The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, 6 tomasR. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... comes here ? Mal . The worthy thane of Roffe . Len . What a hafte looks through his eyes ? So should he look , That feems to speak things ftrange . Roffe . God fave the king ! King . Whence cam'ft thou , worthy thane ? Roffe . From Fife ...
... comes here ? Mal . The worthy thane of Roffe . Len . What a hafte looks through his eyes ? So should he look , That feems to speak things ftrange . Roffe . God fave the king ! King . Whence cam'ft thou , worthy thane ? Roffe . From Fife ...
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... comes here to - night . Lady . Thou'rt mad to fay it . Is not thy mafter with him ? who , wer't so , Would have inform'd for preparation . Mef . So please you , it is true : our thane is coming : One One of my fellows had the fpeed of ...
... comes here to - night . Lady . Thou'rt mad to fay it . Is not thy mafter with him ? who , wer't so , Would have inform'd for preparation . Mef . So please you , it is true : our thane is coming : One One of my fellows had the fpeed of ...
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... the inftant . Macb . My dearest love , Duncan comes here to - night . Lady . And when goes hence ? Macb . To - morrow , as he purposes . Lady . Oh , never B 2 Shall Shall fun that morrow fee ! Your face , my Ля 1 . 15 MACBETH .
... the inftant . Macb . My dearest love , Duncan comes here to - night . Lady . And when goes hence ? Macb . To - morrow , as he purposes . Lady . Oh , never B 2 Shall Shall fun that morrow fee ! Your face , my Ля 1 . 15 MACBETH .
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... comes . Len . Good - morrow , noble fir ! Enter MACBETH . Macb . Good - morrow , both ! Macd . Is the king ftirring , worthy thane ? Macb . Not yet . Macd . He did command me to call timely on him : I have almost flipt the hour . Mach ...
... comes . Len . Good - morrow , noble fir ! Enter MACBETH . Macb . Good - morrow , both ! Macd . Is the king ftirring , worthy thane ? Macb . Not yet . Macd . He did command me to call timely on him : I have almost flipt the hour . Mach ...
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... comes the good Macduff : Enter MACDuff . How goes the world , fir , now ? Macd . Why , fee you not ? Roffe . Is't known who did this more than bloody deed ? Macd . Thofe that Macbeth hath flain . Roffe . Alas , the day ! What good could ...
... comes the good Macduff : Enter MACDuff . How goes the world , fir , now ? Macd . Why , fee you not ? Roffe . Is't known who did this more than bloody deed ? Macd . Thofe that Macbeth hath flain . Roffe . Alas , the day ! What good could ...
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The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare. With Introductory Prefaces to ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1798 |
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