The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, 8 tomasJ. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... hear ? what ho ! you men , you beafts , That quench the fire of your pernicious rage 4 give me my lorg word . ] The in war , which was fometimes long werd was the fword ufed wielded with both hands . With purple fountains iffuing from ...
... hear ? what ho ! you men , you beafts , That quench the fire of your pernicious rage 4 give me my lorg word . ] The in war , which was fometimes long werd was the fword ufed wielded with both hands . With purple fountains iffuing from ...
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... hear the sentence of your moved Prince . Three civil broils , bred of an airy word , By thee , old Capulet , and Montague , Have thrice difturb'd the Quiet of our streets ; And made Verona's ancient Citizens Caft by their grave ...
... hear the sentence of your moved Prince . Three civil broils , bred of an airy word , By thee , old Capulet , and Montague , Have thrice difturb'd the Quiet of our streets ; And made Verona's ancient Citizens Caft by their grave ...
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... hear true fhrift . Come , Madam , let's away . Ben . Good - morrow , coufin . Rom . Is the day fo young ? Ben . But new ftruck nine . Rom . Ah me , fad hours feem long ! [ Exeunt . -Was that my father that went hence fo faft ? Ben . It ...
... hear true fhrift . Come , Madam , let's away . Ben . Good - morrow , coufin . Rom . Is the day fo young ? Ben . But new ftruck nine . Rom . Ah me , fad hours feem long ! [ Exeunt . -Was that my father that went hence fo faft ? Ben . It ...
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... hear all , all see , I And like her most , whose merit most shall be : + Which on more view of many , mine , being one , May stand in number , tho ' in reck'ning none . Come , go with me . Go , firrah , trudge about , Through fair ...
... hear all , all see , I And like her most , whose merit most shall be : + Which on more view of many , mine , being one , May stand in number , tho ' in reck'ning none . Come , go with me . Go , firrah , trudge about , Through fair ...
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... hear our counfel . Thou know'ft , my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurfe . ' Faith I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurfe . I'll lay fourteen of my teeth , ( and yet 7 to my teen be it fpoken , I have but ...
... hear our counfel . Thou know'ft , my daughter's of a pretty age . Nurfe . ' Faith I can tell her age unto an hour . La . Cap . She's not fourteen . Nurfe . I'll lay fourteen of my teeth , ( and yet 7 to my teen be it fpoken , I have but ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare, In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections ... William Shakespeare,Samuel Johnson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1765 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare With the Corrections and ..., 8 tomas William Shakespeare,George Steevens,Samuel Johnson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1803 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare With the Corrections and ..., 8 tomas William Shakespeare,George Steevens,Samuel Johnson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1803 |
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