The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... ftill , In winter with warm tears I'll melt the snow , And keep eternal fpring - time on thy face , So thou refuse to drink my dear fons blood . Enter Lucius with his fword drawn . O reverend Tribunes ! gentle aged men ! Unbind my fons ...
... ftill , In winter with warm tears I'll melt the snow , And keep eternal fpring - time on thy face , So thou refuse to drink my dear fons blood . Enter Lucius with his fword drawn . O reverend Tribunes ! gentle aged men ! Unbind my fons ...
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... ftill ; Wound it with fighing , girl , kill it with groans ; Or get fome little knife between thy teeth , And just against thy heart make thou a hole , That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall May run into that fink , and foaking ...
... ftill ; Wound it with fighing , girl , kill it with groans ; Or get fome little knife between thy teeth , And just against thy heart make thou a hole , That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall May run into that fink , and foaking ...
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... ftill I think we are not brought fo low , But that between us we can kill a fly , That comes in likeness of a coal - black Moor . me , 43 Mar. Alas , poor man , grief has fo wrought on him , He takes falfe fhadows for true fubftances ...
... ftill I think we are not brought fo low , But that between us we can kill a fly , That comes in likeness of a coal - black Moor . me , 43 Mar. Alas , poor man , grief has fo wrought on him , He takes falfe fhadows for true fubftances ...
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... ftill we thank as love . Herein I teach you , How fhall bid Godild us for your pains , you And thank us for your trouble . Lady . All our fervice In every point twice done , and then done double , Were poor and fingle bufinefs to ...
... ftill we thank as love . Herein I teach you , How fhall bid Godild us for your pains , you And thank us for your trouble . Lady . All our fervice In every point twice done , and then done double , Were poor and fingle bufinefs to ...
87 psl.
... ftill have judgment bere ; that we but teach Bloody inftructions , which being taught return To plague th ' inventor : even - handed Juftice Returns th ' ingredients of our poifon'd chalice To our own lips . He's here in double truft ...
... ftill have judgment bere ; that we but teach Bloody inftructions , which being taught return To plague th ' inventor : even - handed Juftice Returns th ' ingredients of our poifon'd chalice To our own lips . He's here in double truft ...
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The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1747 |
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Achilles Afide Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Baffianus Banquo blood brother Calchas Clot Cloten Creffid Cymbeline defire Diomede doft doth Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe falfe fear felf fervice fhall fhew fhould fight flain fleep fome fons forrow foul fpeak ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword Goths Guiderius hand hath heart heav'n Hector himſelf honour i'th Iach Imogen King Lady Lavinia Lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach mafter Marcus Menelaus moft muft muſt Neft noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus prefent Priam Prince purpoſe Queen reafon Roffe Rome Saturnine SCENE ſelf ſhall ſhe ſpeak Tamora tell Thane thee thefe Ther there's Therfites theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Titus Titus Andronicus Troi Troilus Trojan Ulyf what's whofe Witch
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