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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... I knew the villain , I would land - damn 13 him : Be she honour - flaw'd , - I have three daughters ; the eldest is eleven ; The second , and the third , nine , and some five ; If this prove true , they'll pay for't : by mine honour ...
... I knew the villain , I would land - damn 13 him : Be she honour - flaw'd , - I have three daughters ; the eldest is eleven ; The second , and the third , nine , and some five ; If this prove true , they'll pay for't : by mine honour ...
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Ant . Their sacred wills be done ! -Go , get aboard ; Look to thy bark ; I'll not be long , before I call upon thee . Mar. Make your best haste ; and go not Too far i ' the land : ' tis like to be loud weather ; Besides ...
Ant . Their sacred wills be done ! -Go , get aboard ; Look to thy bark ; I'll not be long , before I call upon thee . Mar. Make your best haste ; and go not Too far i ' the land : ' tis like to be loud weather ; Besides ...
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I have seen two such sights , by sea , and by land ; -but I am not to say , it is a sea , for it is now the sky ; betwixt the firmament and it , you cannot thrust a bodkin's point . it Shep . Why , boy , how is it ? Clo .
I have seen two such sights , by sea , and by land ; -but I am not to say , it is a sea , for it is now the sky ; betwixt the firmament and it , you cannot thrust a bodkin's point . it Shep . Why , boy , how is it ? Clo .
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I know this man well : he hath been since an ape - bearer ; then a pro- cess - server , a bailiff ; then he compassed a motion 16 of the prodigal son , and married a tinker's wife within a mile where my land and living lies ...
I know this man well : he hath been since an ape - bearer ; then a pro- cess - server , a bailiff ; then he compassed a motion 16 of the prodigal son , and married a tinker's wife within a mile where my land and living lies ...
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To chide at your extremes1 , it not becomes me ; O , pardon , that I name them : your high self , The gracious mark o ' the land , you have obscur'd With a swain's wearing ; and me , poor lowly maid , Most goddesslike prank'd up : But ...
To chide at your extremes1 , it not becomes me ; O , pardon , that I name them : your high self , The gracious mark o ' the land , you have obscur'd With a swain's wearing ; and me , poor lowly maid , Most goddesslike prank'd up : But ...
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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 |