Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King LearJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... blood , - no more obey the laws of heaven , -which direct us to ap- pear what we really are , -than our courtiers : that is , than the bloods of our courtiers ; but our bloods , like theirs , still seem as doth the king's . JOHNSON ...
... blood , - no more obey the laws of heaven , -which direct us to ap- pear what we really are , -than our courtiers : that is , than the bloods of our courtiers ; but our bloods , like theirs , still seem as doth the king's . JOHNSON ...
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... blood . Post . And bless the good remainders of the court ! I am gone . Imo . The gods protect you ! [ Exit . There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is . Cym . O disloyal thing , That should'st repair my youth ; thou ...
... blood . Post . And bless the good remainders of the court ! I am gone . Imo . The gods protect you ! [ Exit . There cannot be a pinch in death More sharp than this is . Cym . O disloyal thing , That should'st repair my youth ; thou ...
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... blood a day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ! [ Exit . Enter PISANIO . Queen . Fye ! -you must give way : Here is your servant . - How now , sir ? What news ? overbuys me Almost the sum he pays . ] So small is my value , and so ...
... blood a day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ! [ Exit . Enter PISANIO . Queen . Fye ! -you must give way : Here is your servant . - How now , sir ? What news ? overbuys me Almost the sum he pays . ] So small is my value , and so ...
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... blood ? If it be so to do good service , never Let me be counted serviceable . How look I , That I should seem to lack humanity , So much as this fact comes too ? Do't : The letter 4 What false Italian [ Reading . As poisonous - tongue ...
... blood ? If it be so to do good service , never Let me be counted serviceable . How look I , That I should seem to lack humanity , So much as this fact comes too ? Do't : The letter 4 What false Italian [ Reading . As poisonous - tongue ...
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... and tell The warlike feats I have done , his spirits fly out Into my story : say , -Thus mine enemy fell ; And thus I set my foot on his neck ; even then The princely blood flows in his cheek , he sweats 62 CYMBELINE .
... and tell The warlike feats I have done , his spirits fly out Into my story : say , -Thus mine enemy fell ; And thus I set my foot on his neck ; even then The princely blood flows in his cheek , he sweats 62 CYMBELINE .
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent gentleman give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king KING LEAR lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master means mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poor Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare sorrow speak STEEVENS Stew sweet Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Tyre villain word
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