Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King LearJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... honour , Against the Romans , with Cassibelan ; But had his titles by Tenantius , whom 2 You speak him far . ] i . e . you praise him extensively . 3 Tenantius , ] Was the father of Cymbeline , and nephew of Cassibelan , being the ...
... honour , Against the Romans , with Cassibelan ; But had his titles by Tenantius , whom 2 You speak him far . ] i . e . you praise him extensively . 3 Tenantius , ] Was the father of Cymbeline , and nephew of Cassibelan , being the ...
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... honour him But , ' pray you , tell me , Even out of your report . Is she sole child to the king ? 1 Gent . His only child . He had two sons , ( if this be worth your hearing , Mark it , ) the eldest of them at three years old , I ' the ...
... honour him But , ' pray you , tell me , Even out of your report . Is she sole child to the king ? 1 Gent . His only child . He had two sons , ( if this be worth your hearing , Mark it , ) the eldest of them at three years old , I ' the ...
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... honour , He will remain so . Pis . I humbly thank your highness . Queen . Pray , walk a while . Imo . About some half hour hence , I pray you , speak with me : you shall , at least , Go see my lord aboard : for this time , leave me ...
... honour , He will remain so . Pis . I humbly thank your highness . Queen . Pray , walk a while . Imo . About some half hour hence , I pray you , speak with me : you shall , at least , Go see my lord aboard : for this time , leave me ...
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... honour ; or have charg'd him , At the sixth hour of morn , at noon , at midnight , To encounter me with orisons , ' for then I am in heaven for him ; or cre I could Give him that parting kiss , which I had set Betwixt two charming words ...
... honour ; or have charg'd him , At the sixth hour of morn , at noon , at midnight , To encounter me with orisons , ' for then I am in heaven for him ; or cre I could Give him that parting kiss , which I had set Betwixt two charming words ...
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... honour of my mistress ; if , in the holding or loss of that , you term her frail . I do nothing doubt , you have store of thieves ; not- withstanding I fear not my ring . Phi . Let us leave here , gentlemen . Post . Sir , with all my ...
... honour of my mistress ; if , in the holding or loss of that , you term her frail . I do nothing doubt , you have store of thieves ; not- withstanding I fear not my ring . Phi . Let us leave here , gentlemen . Post . Sir , with all my ...
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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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