The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Hamlet. OthelloH. Baldwin, 1793 |
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... affection for the Queen : " To me , whofe love was that of dignity " & c . STEEVENS . 6 Do I impart toward you . ] I believe impart is , impart myself , communicate whatever I can bestow . JOHNSON . The crown of Denmark was elective ...
... affection for the Queen : " To me , whofe love was that of dignity " & c . STEEVENS . 6 Do I impart toward you . ] I believe impart is , impart myself , communicate whatever I can bestow . JOHNSON . The crown of Denmark was elective ...
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... affection , ' Out of the fhot and danger of defire . The charieft maid is prodigal enough , If the unmask her beauty to the moon : Virtue itself fcapes not calumnious strokes : . The canker galls the infants of the spring , Too oft ...
... affection , ' Out of the fhot and danger of defire . The charieft maid is prodigal enough , If the unmask her beauty to the moon : Virtue itself fcapes not calumnious strokes : . The canker galls the infants of the spring , Too oft ...
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... affection to me . POL . Affection ? puh ! you fpeak like a green girl , Unfifted in fuch perilous circumstance . Do you believe his tenders , as you call them ? OPH . I do not know , my lord , what I should think . POL . Marry , I'll ...
... affection to me . POL . Affection ? puh ! you fpeak like a green girl , Unfifted in fuch perilous circumstance . Do you believe his tenders , as you call them ? OPH . I do not know , my lord , what I should think . POL . Marry , I'll ...
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... affection . So , in King Richard II : 66 And fo betide me , " As well I tender you and all of yours . " Again , in The Maydes Metamorphofis , by Lyly , 1601 : 2 - 66 if you account us for the fame " That tender thee , and love Apollo's ...
... affection . So , in King Richard II : 66 And fo betide me , " As well I tender you and all of yours . " Again , in The Maydes Metamorphofis , by Lyly , 1601 : 2 - 66 if you account us for the fame " That tender thee , and love Apollo's ...
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... affection with my own . " C. 8 Ungarter'd , and down - gyved to his ancle ; ] Down - gyved means hanging down like the loofe cincture which confines the fetters round the ancles . STEEVENS . Thus the quartos 1604 , and 1605 , and the ...
... affection with my own . " C. 8 Ungarter'd , and down - gyved to his ancle ; ] Down - gyved means hanging down like the loofe cincture which confines the fetters round the ancles . STEEVENS . Thus the quartos 1604 , and 1605 , and the ...
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againſt alfo ancient anſwer Antony and Cleopatra becauſe Brabantio Caffio caufe cauſe Cymbeline Cyprus Defdemona defire doth EMIL Exeunt expreffion faid fame fatire fays fcene fecond feems feen fenfe fhall fhould fhow fignifies fimilar firft firſt folio fome foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftate ftill fuch fufpect fuppofe fure fword Hamlet hath heart heaven himſelf honeft Horatio huſband IAGO inftance itſelf JOHNSON King Henry King Lear LAER Laertes laft LAGO loft lord MALONE means moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night obferved occafion old copies Ophelia Othello paffage paffion perfon phrafe play pleaſe poet Polonius prefent purpoſe quarto quarto reads QUEEN Rape of Lucrece reafon Roderigo ſay ſcene Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEVENS thee thefe Theobald theſe thofe thoſe thou thought tranflation ufed underſtand uſed WARBURTON whofe word yourſelf Отн
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