The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 5 tomasR. Crowder, 1772 |
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... Gent . Ready , my Lord . Lear . Come , boy . [ departure , Fool . She that's a maid now , and laughs at my Shall not be a maid long , unleis things be cut fhorter . АСТ II . [ Exeunt . SCENE , a Caftle belonging to the Earl of Glo'fer ...
... Gent . Ready , my Lord . Lear . Come , boy . [ departure , Fool . She that's a maid now , and laughs at my Shall not be a maid long , unleis things be cut fhorter . АСТ II . [ Exeunt . SCENE , a Caftle belonging to the Earl of Glo'fer ...
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... e . hairs fo intri cately interwove , as not to be difengaged ; and by supersti ion fuppofed to have been twisted by Elves , or Fairies . Gent . As I learned The night before , there KING LE A R. 143 SCENE changes to a part of a Heath. ...
... e . hairs fo intri cately interwove , as not to be difengaged ; and by supersti ion fuppofed to have been twisted by Elves , or Fairies . Gent . As I learned The night before , there KING LE A R. 143 SCENE changes to a part of a Heath. ...
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... Gent . As I learned The night before , there was no purpofe in them Of this remove . Kent . Hail to thee , noble master ! Lear . Ha ! makest thou thy fhame thy pastime ? Kent . No , my Lord . Fool . Ha , ha , he wears cruel garters ...
... Gent . As I learned The night before , there was no purpofe in them Of this remove . Kent . Hail to thee , noble master ! Lear . Ha ! makest thou thy fhame thy pastime ? Kent . No , my Lord . Fool . Ha , ha , he wears cruel garters ...
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... Gent . One minded like the weather , most un- quietly . Kent . I know you : where's the King ? Gent . Contending with the fretful elements ; Bids the wind blow the earth into the fea ; Or fwell the curled waters ' bove the main , That ...
... Gent . One minded like the weather , most un- quietly . Kent . I know you : where's the King ? Gent . Contending with the fretful elements ; Bids the wind blow the earth into the fea ; Or fwell the curled waters ' bove the main , That ...
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... Gent . I'll talk further with you . Kent . No , do not : } For confirmation that I am much more Than my out - wall , open this purfe and take What it contains . If you fhall fee Cordelia , As , fear not , but you fhall ) fhew her that ...
... Gent . I'll talk further with you . Kent . No , do not : } For confirmation that I am much more Than my out - wall , open this purfe and take What it contains . If you fhall fee Cordelia , As , fear not , but you fhall ) fhew her that ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: in Twelve Volumes– Collated with the ..., 5 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1772 |
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anſwer art thou Arth better blood Cordelia Corn daughter Dauphin defire doth Duke Duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge Faule feek feems fenfe fervant ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill fuch fwear fweet fword Gent gentleman give Glo'fter Goneril hadit hand hath heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe Hubert Illyria James Gurney Kent King John knave Lady Lear lefs Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble paffage peace pr'ythee pray prefent Quarto reafon Regan ſay ſhall Sir Andrew Sir Toby ſpeak Stew tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art uſe whofe word worfe
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