The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, 1 tomasC. Knight, 1851 |
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... better . SAM . Well , sir . Enter BENVOLIO , at a distance . GRE . Say - better ; here comes one of my master's kinsmen . SAM . Yes , better . ABR . You lie . ⚫ Cruel , in the undated quarto , which we mark as ( D ) . In the folio ...
... better . SAM . Well , sir . Enter BENVOLIO , at a distance . GRE . Say - better ; here comes one of my master's kinsmen . SAM . Yes , better . ABR . You lie . ⚫ Cruel , in the undated quarto , which we mark as ( D ) . In the folio ...
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... better ended by their hate , Than death prorogued , wanting of thy love . JUL . By whose direction found'st thou out this place ? Roм . By love , that first did prompt me to inquire ; He lent me counsel , and I lent him eyes . I am no ...
... better ended by their hate , Than death prorogued , wanting of thy love . JUL . By whose direction found'st thou out this place ? Roм . By love , that first did prompt me to inquire ; He lent me counsel , and I lent him eyes . I am no ...
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... better love to be - rhyme her : Dido , a dowdy ; Cleopatra , a gipsy ; Helen and Hero , hildings and harlots ; Thisbé , a grey eye or so , but not to the purpose . - Signior Romeo , bon jour ! there's a French salutation to your French ...
... better love to be - rhyme her : Dido , a dowdy ; Cleopatra , a gipsy ; Helen and Hero , hildings and harlots ; Thisbé , a grey eye or so , but not to the purpose . - Signior Romeo , bon jour ! there's a French salutation to your French ...
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... better now than groaning for love 32 ? now art thou sociable , now art thou Romeo ; now art thou what thou art , by art as well as by nature : for this drivelling love is like a great natural , that runs lolling and down to hide his ...
... better now than groaning for love 32 ? now art thou sociable , now art thou Romeo ; now art thou what thou art , by art as well as by nature : for this drivelling love is like a great natural , that runs lolling and down to hide his ...
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... better than any man's , yet his leg excels all men's ; and for a hand , and a foot , and a body , -though they be not to be talked on , yet they are past compare : He is not the flower of courtesy , but , I'll warrant him , as gentle as ...
... better than any man's , yet his leg excels all men's ; and for a hand , and a foot , and a body , -though they be not to be talked on , yet they are past compare : He is not the flower of courtesy , but , I'll warrant him , as gentle as ...
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The Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems of William Shakspere, 1 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1851 |
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ALCIB Alcibiades APEM Apemantus Appears art thou Banquo blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Castle Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth duke EMIL Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear FLAV folio follow fool fortune GENT gentleman give Gloster Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honest honour IAGO Juliet KENT king knave lady LAER Laertes LEAR live look lord MACB Macbeth MACD Macduff madam means Mercutio Michael Cassio murther nature never night noble NURSE Othello passage play poet POLONIUS poor pray quarto reads QUEEN Roderigo Romeo Romeo and Juliet SCENE servant Shakspere Shakspere's sleep soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon to-night TRAGEDIES.-VOL Tybalt villain WITCH word Отн
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