The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: |
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... bitterness ( 3 ) Were in him ; pride or fharpnefs , if there were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , Clock to itself , ' knew the true minute when Exceptions bid him fpeak ; and at that time His tongue obey'd his hand .
... bitterness ( 3 ) Were in him ; pride or fharpnefs , if there were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , Clock to itself , ' knew the true minute when Exceptions bid him fpeak ; and at that time His tongue obey'd his hand .
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A prophet , I , Madam ; and I fpeak the truth the next way ; " For I the ballad will repeat , which men full true " thall find ; " Your marriage comes by destiny , your cuckow fings " by kind . Count . Get you gone , Sir , I'll talk ...
A prophet , I , Madam ; and I fpeak the truth the next way ; " For I the ballad will repeat , which men full true " thall find ; " Your marriage comes by destiny , your cuckow fings " by kind . Count . Get you gone , Sir , I'll talk ...
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... and find Your falt tears ' head ; now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love my fon ; invention is afham'd , Against the proclamation of thy paffion , To fay , thou doft not ; therefore tell me true ; But tell me then , ' tis fo .
... and find Your falt tears ' head ; now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love my fon ; invention is afham'd , Against the proclamation of thy paffion , To fay , thou doft not ; therefore tell me true ; But tell me then , ' tis fo .
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My dearest Madam , Let not your hate incounter with my love , For loving where you do ; but if your self , Whofe aged honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of liking With chaftly ...
My dearest Madam , Let not your hate incounter with my love , For loving where you do ; but if your self , Whofe aged honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in fo true a flame of liking With chaftly ...
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Ufe a more fpacious ceremony to the noble Lords , you have reftrain'd your felf within the lift of too cold an adieu ; be more expreffive to them , for they wear themselves in the cap of the time ; there , do muster true gate , eat ...
Ufe a more fpacious ceremony to the noble Lords , you have reftrain'd your felf within the lift of too cold an adieu ; be more expreffive to them , for they wear themselves in the cap of the time ; there , do muster true gate , eat ...
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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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bear better blood bring brother changes comes Count daughter dear death doth Dromio Duke ears England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear felf fellow fhall fhould fince fome fool fortune foul fpeak France ftand fuch fweet give gone hand hath hear heart heav'n hold honour hope hour husband I'll John keep King Lady leave live look Lord Madam mafter Marry mean moft mother muft muſt nature never night peace Philip poor pray Prince Queen SCENE ſhall ſpeak tell thank thee thefe there's theſe thine thing thou thou art thought tongue true whofe wife young
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