The Works of Shakespeare, 6 tomasJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... fhall ftudy your deferving . Glo . He hath been out nine years , and away he fhall [ Trumpets faund , within , again . The King is coming . Enter King Lear , Cornwall , Albany , Gonerill , Regan , Cordelia , and Attendants . Lear ...
... fhall ftudy your deferving . Glo . He hath been out nine years , and away he fhall [ Trumpets faund , within , again . The King is coming . Enter King Lear , Cornwall , Albany , Gonerill , Regan , Cordelia , and Attendants . Lear ...
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... fhall Cordelia do ? love and be filent . [ Afide Lear . Of all these Bounds , ev'n from this line to this , With fhadowy forefts and with champions rich'd , With plenteous rivers and wide - fkirted meads , and We make thee lady . To ...
... fhall Cordelia do ? love and be filent . [ Afide Lear . Of all these Bounds , ev'n from this line to this , With fhadowy forefts and with champions rich'd , With plenteous rivers and wide - fkirted meads , and We make thee lady . To ...
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... fhall carry Half my love with him , half my care and duty . Sure , I fhall never marry like my fifters , To love my father all , Lear . But goes thy heart with this ? Cor . Ay , my good lord . Lear . So young , and fo untender ? Cor ...
... fhall carry Half my love with him , half my care and duty . Sure , I fhall never marry like my fifters , To love my father all , Lear . But goes thy heart with this ? Cor . Ay , my good lord . Lear . So young , and fo untender ? Cor ...
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... fhall our abode Make with you by due turns : only retain The name and all th ' addition to a King : The fway , revenue , execution , Beloved fons , be yours ; which to confirm , This Cor'onet part between you . Kent . Royal Lear ...
... fhall our abode Make with you by due turns : only retain The name and all th ' addition to a King : The fway , revenue , execution , Beloved fons , be yours ; which to confirm , This Cor'onet part between you . Kent . Royal Lear ...
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... fhall not be his wife . France . Fairest Cordelia , that art moft rich , being poor , Moft choice , forfaken ; and moft lov'd , defpis'd ! Thee and thy virtues here I feize upon : Be't lawful , I take up what's caft away . Gods , Gods ...
... fhall not be his wife . France . Fairest Cordelia , that art moft rich , being poor , Moft choice , forfaken ; and moft lov'd , defpis'd ! Thee and thy virtues here I feize upon : Be't lawful , I take up what's caft away . Gods , Gods ...
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