The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: |
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... Let me not live ,( Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the catastrophe and heel of pastime , When it was out , ) let me not live , ( quoth he , ) After my flame lacks oil ; to be the snuff Of younger fpirits , whofe apprehensive ...
... Let me not live ,( Thus his good melancholy oft began , On the catastrophe and heel of pastime , When it was out , ) let me not live , ( quoth he , ) After my flame lacks oil ; to be the snuff Of younger fpirits , whofe apprehensive ...
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The Count Roufillon cannot be my brother ; I am from humble , he from honour'd , name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble , My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my ...
The Count Roufillon cannot be my brother ; I am from humble , he from honour'd , name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble , My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my ...
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No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not confefs , it owns the malady That doth my life befiege ; farewel , young Lords ; Whether I live or die , be you the fons Of worthy French men ; ( 6 ) let higher Italy ( 6 ) let higher ...
No , no , it cannot be ; and yet my heart Will not confefs , it owns the malady That doth my life befiege ; farewel , young Lords ; Whether I live or die , be you the fons Of worthy French men ; ( 6 ) let higher Italy ( 6 ) let higher ...
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( 7 ) You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one captain Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war , here on his finifter cheek ; it was this very fword entrench'd it ; fay to him , I live , and observe his reports of me .
( 7 ) You fhall find in the regiment of the Spinii , one captain Spurio with his cicatrice , an emblem of war , here on his finifter cheek ; it was this very fword entrench'd it ; fay to him , I live , and observe his reports of me .
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I cannot give thee less , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'ft to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to those that wish him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'st no part ; I knowing all my peril , thou no ...
I cannot give thee less , to be call'd grateful ; Thou thought'ft to help me , and fuch thanks I give , As one near death to those that wish him live ; But what at full I know , thou know'st no part ; I knowing all my peril , thou no ...
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The Works of Shakespeare In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1740 |
The Works of Shakespeare Collated with the Oldest Copies, and ..., 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1773 |
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