Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1Hilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
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... witch ! Hence with her , out o ' door ! A most intelligencing bawd ! Paul . I am as ignorant in that , as you Not so . In so entitling me ; and no less honest Than you are mad ; which is enough , I'll warrant , As this world goes , to ...
... witch ! Hence with her , out o ' door ! A most intelligencing bawd ! Paul . I am as ignorant in that , as you Not so . In so entitling me ; and no less honest Than you are mad ; which is enough , I'll warrant , As this world goes , to ...
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... witches , that deform the body ; Disguised cheaters , prating mountebanks , And many such like liberties of sin.3 If it prove so , I will be gone the sooner . I'll to the Centaur , to go seek this slave ; I greatly fear my money is not ...
... witches , that deform the body ; Disguised cheaters , prating mountebanks , And many such like liberties of sin.3 If it prove so , I will be gone the sooner . I'll to the Centaur , to go seek this slave ; I greatly fear my money is not ...
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... witch ; and , I think , if my breast had not been made of faith , ' and my heart of steel , she had transformed me ... witches do inhabit here ; And therefore ' tis high time that I were hence . She that doth call me husband , even my ...
... witch ; and , I think , if my breast had not been made of faith , ' and my heart of steel , she had transformed me ... witches do inhabit here ; And therefore ' tis high time that I were hence . She that doth call me husband , even my ...
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... witch ! us go . Come , Dromio , let Dro . S. Fly pride , says the peacock . Mistress , that you know . [ Exeunt ANT . and DRO . Cour . Now , out of doubt , Antipholus is mad Else would he never so demean himself . A ring he hath of mine ...
... witch ! us go . Come , Dromio , let Dro . S. Fly pride , says the peacock . Mistress , that you know . [ Exeunt ANT . and DRO . Cour . Now , out of doubt , Antipholus is mad Else would he never so demean himself . A ring he hath of mine ...
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... witches are afraid of swords . Dro . S. She , that would be your wife , now ran from you . Ant . S. Come to the ... witch . Ant . S. I will not stay to - night for all the town ; Therefore away , to get our stuff aboard . [ Exeunt ...
... witches are afraid of swords . Dro . S. She , that would be your wife , now ran from you . Ant . S. Come to the ... witch . Ant . S. I will not stay to - night for all the town ; Therefore away , to get our stuff aboard . [ Exeunt ...
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Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard the second ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1844 |
Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard the second ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1844 |
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Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Camillo castle cousin crown death dost doth Dromio duke duke of Hereford earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance folio friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart Heaven Holinshed honor Hubert John of Gaunt King John King Richard Lady Leon liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty murder never noble Northumberland old copy reads peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince quarto queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shalt shame Shep soul speak stand Steevens sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Witch word York
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