The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, 19 dalis,4 tomas |
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How she holds up the neb 28 , the bill to him ! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing 29 husband ! Gone already ! Inch - thick , knee - deep , o'er head and ears a fork'd one 30 [ Exeunt POL . HER . and Attendants .
How she holds up the neb 28 , the bill to him ! And arms her with the boldness of a wife To her allowing 29 husband ! Gone already ! Inch - thick , knee - deep , o'er head and ears a fork'd one 30 [ Exeunt POL . HER . and Attendants .
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You had much ado to make his anchor hold : When you cast out , it still came home 31 . Leon . Didst note it ? Cam . He would not stay at your petitions ; made His business more material 32 . Leon . Didst perceive it ?
You had much ado to make his anchor hold : When you cast out , it still came home 31 . Leon . Didst note it ? Cam . He would not stay at your petitions ; made His business more material 32 . Leon . Didst perceive it ?
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Hold your peaces . 1 Lord . Good my lord.- 11 i . e . what I am now about to do . 12 Much has been said about this passage : one has thought it should be stable - stand ; another that it means station . But it may be explained thus ...
Hold your peaces . 1 Lord . Good my lord.- 11 i . e . what I am now about to do . 12 Much has been said about this passage : one has thought it should be stable - stand ; another that it means station . But it may be explained thus ...
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15 I see and feel my disgrace , as you , Antigonus , now feel my doing this to you , and as you now see the instruments that feel , i . e . my fingers . Leontes must here be supposed to touch or lay hold of Antigonus .
15 I see and feel my disgrace , as you , Antigonus , now feel my doing this to you , and as you now see the instruments that feel , i . e . my fingers . Leontes must here be supposed to touch or lay hold of Antigonus .
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As well as one so great , and so forlorn , May hold together : On her frights and griefs ( Which never tender lady hath borne greater ) , She is , something before her time , deliver'd . Paul . A boy ? Emil .
As well as one so great , and so forlorn , May hold together : On her frights and griefs ( Which never tender lady hath borne greater ) , She is , something before her time , deliver'd . Paul . A boy ? Emil .
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appears arms Attendants Bast bear better blood born breath bring brother cause child comes dead death doth Dromio Duke England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fear France give gone hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Henry hold Holinshed honour hour I'll John keep king Lady land leave Leon live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd master means mind mother murder nature never night old copy once passage Paul peace play poor pray present prince queen reads Rosse SCENE seems sense Shakspeare sleep soul speak spirit stand stay sweet tell thee thine thing thou thou art thought tongue true wife Witch young
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| Pavadinimas | The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, 19 dalis,4 tomas The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Autorius | William Shakespeare |
| Redaktorius | Samuel Weller Singer |
| Išleista | 1826 |
| Originalas iš | Oksfordo universitetas |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 13 rugsėjo 2007 |
| Eksportuoti šaltinį | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |