The Dramatic Works and Poems, 1 tomasHarper & Bros., 1847 |
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... of these explanatory notes ( if such This , perhaps , may be affirmed also of " A Mid indeed can be deemed a fault ) is their redundancy ; [ summer Night's Dream " " And ' tis no little reason bids us speed WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . 23.
... of these explanatory notes ( if such This , perhaps , may be affirmed also of " A Mid indeed can be deemed a fault ) is their redundancy ; [ summer Night's Dream " " And ' tis no little reason bids us speed WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE . 23.
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William Shakespeare. " And ' tis no little reason bids us speed To save our heads by raising of a head , " and is thus guilty of a quibble ; an offence of which the Prince , on two occasions , shows himself to be capable ; once when he ...
William Shakespeare. " And ' tis no little reason bids us speed To save our heads by raising of a head , " and is thus guilty of a quibble ; an offence of which the Prince , on two occasions , shows himself to be capable ; once when he ...
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... speed . Todd has given four instances from Hammond's works of the word in this sense . " Clog and trash en Pro . Mark his condition , and the event ;. зе SCENE II . The Island : before the Cell of Pros- pero . Enter PROSPERO and ...
... speed . Todd has given four instances from Hammond's works of the word in this sense . " Clog and trash en Pro . Mark his condition , and the event ;. зе SCENE II . The Island : before the Cell of Pros- pero . Enter PROSPERO and ...
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... Speed's be one of the first he wrote . " Malone is inclined to con- mode of proving his master to be in love is neither defi- sider this to be in consequence of that very circumstance , cient in wit or sense . " and that it is natural ...
... Speed's be one of the first he wrote . " Malone is inclined to con- mode of proving his master to be in love is neither defi- sider this to be in consequence of that very circumstance , cient in wit or sense . " and that it is natural ...
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... SPEED . Speed . Sir Proteus , save you : Saw you my master ? Pro . But now he parted hence , to embark for Milan . Speed . Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already ; And I have played the sheep , " in losing him . Pro . Indeed a sheep ...
... SPEED . Speed . Sir Proteus , save you : Saw you my master ? Pro . But now he parted hence , to embark for Milan . Speed . Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already ; And I have played the sheep , " in losing him . Pro . Indeed a sheep ...
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Dramatic Works and Poems With Notes, Original and Selected, and ..., 12 tomai William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1848 |
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Angelo art thou Banquo better Biron Boyet brother Caliban Claud Claudio Costard daughter death dost doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father Faulconbridge fear fool Ford fortune gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid Malone Malvolio marriage marry master master doctor means mistress Moth never night old copy reads Pedro Petruchio play poet Pompey pray prince Proteus SCENE servant Shakspeare Shakspeare's shalt Shylock signior speak Steevens Susanna Hall swear sweet tell thee there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast thought Thurio tongue Tranio true unto wife woman word
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