The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators ; to which are Added Notes by Sam. Johnson, 7 tomasJ. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, H. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, L. Hawes, Clark and Collins, W. Johnston, T. Caslon, T. Lownds, and the executors of B. Dodd, 1765 |
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... fweet words ; Low - crooked curtfies , and bafe fpaniel - fawning . Thy brother by decree is banished ; If thou doft bend , and pray , and fawn for him , I fpurn thee like a cur out of my way . Know , Cafar doth not wrong ; nor without ...
... fweet words ; Low - crooked curtfies , and bafe fpaniel - fawning . Thy brother by decree is banished ; If thou doft bend , and pray , and fawn for him , I fpurn thee like a cur out of my way . Know , Cafar doth not wrong ; nor without ...
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... fweet friends , let me not ftir you up To fuch a fudden flood of mutiny : They , that have done this deed , are honourable . What private griefs they have , alas ; I know not , That made them do it ; they are wife and honourable , And ...
... fweet friends , let me not ftir you up To fuch a fudden flood of mutiny : They , that have done this deed , are honourable . What private griefs they have , alas ; I know not , That made them do it ; they are wife and honourable , And ...
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... fweet Alexas , moft any thing Alexas , almoft most abfolute Alexas , where's the Soothsayer that you prais'd fo to th ' Queen ? Oh ! that I knew this hufband , which you fay , muft change his horns with garlands . Alex . Soothsayer ...
... fweet Alexas , moft any thing Alexas , almoft most abfolute Alexas , where's the Soothsayer that you prais'd fo to th ' Queen ? Oh ! that I knew this hufband , which you fay , muft change his horns with garlands . Alex . Soothsayer ...
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... fweet Ifis , I befeech thee ; and let her die too , and give him a worse ; and let worse follow worft , ' till the worst of all follow him laughing to the Grave , fifty - fold a Cuckold ! Good Ifis , hear me this prayer , though thou ...
... fweet Ifis , I befeech thee ; and let her die too , and give him a worse ; and let worse follow worft , ' till the worst of all follow him laughing to the Grave , fifty - fold a Cuckold ! Good Ifis , hear me this prayer , though thou ...
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... fweet Queen , Cleo . Nay , pray you , feek no colour for your going , But bid farewel , and go : when you fued ftaying , Then was the time for words ; no going , then ; - Eternity was in our lips and eyes , Blifs in our Brows ' bent ...
... fweet Queen , Cleo . Nay , pray you , feek no colour for your going , But bid farewel , and go : when you fued ftaying , Then was the time for words ; no going , then ; - Eternity was in our lips and eyes , Blifs in our Brows ' bent ...
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Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax anſwer blood Brutus Cæfar Cafar Cafca Caffius Calchas caufe Char Charmion Cleo Cleopatra Clot Cloten Creffida Cymbeline death defire Diomede doth Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes faid falfe fear feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould flain fome fpeak fpeech fpirit friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword give Gods Guiderius Hanmer hath hear heart heav'ns Hector himſelf honour Iach kifs lady Lord Madam mafter Mark Antony moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Neft noble Octavius paffage Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Pleb Poft Pofthumus Pompey prefent Priam purpoſe quarto Queen reafon Roman Rome SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD Ther Therfites theſe thing thofe thoſe Titinius Troi Troilus Ulyf uſe WARB WARBURTON whofe word yourſelf
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