The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, 9 tomasJ. Johnson, 1803 |
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... Lysimachus , governor of Mitylene . Cerimon , a Lord of Ephesus . Thaliard , a Lord of Antioch . Philemon , servant to Cerimon . Leonine , servant to Dionyza . Marshal . A Pandar , and his Wife . Boult their servant . Gower , as chorus ...
... Lysimachus , governor of Mitylene . Cerimon , a Lord of Ephesus . Thaliard , a Lord of Antioch . Philemon , servant to Cerimon . Leonine , servant to Dionyza . Marshal . A Pandar , and his Wife . Boult their servant . Gower , as chorus ...
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... pox . Here comes the lord Lysima- chus , disguised . Boult . We should have both lord and lown , if the peevish baggage would but give way to customers . VOL . IX . Y Enter LYSIMACHUS , Lys . How now ? How a Scene VI . 309 PRINCE OF TYRE .
... pox . Here comes the lord Lysima- chus , disguised . Boult . We should have both lord and lown , if the peevish baggage would but give way to customers . VOL . IX . Y Enter LYSIMACHUS , Lys . How now ? How a Scene VI . 309 PRINCE OF TYRE .
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... LYSIMACHUS , Lys . How now ? How a dozen of virginities ? Bawd . Now , the gods to - bless your honour ! Boult . I am glad to see your honour in good health . Lys . You may so ; ' tis the better for you that your resorters stand upon ...
... LYSIMACHUS , Lys . How now ? How a dozen of virginities ? Bawd . Now , the gods to - bless your honour ! Boult . I am glad to see your honour in good health . Lys . You may so ; ' tis the better for you that your resorters stand upon ...
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... LYSIMACHUS , is putting up his Purse , BOULT enters . Boult . I beseech your honour , one piece for me . Lys . Avaunt , thou damned door - keeper ! Your house , But for this virgin that doth prop it up , Would sink , and overwhelm you ...
... LYSIMACHUS , is putting up his Purse , BOULT enters . Boult . I beseech your honour , one piece for me . Lys . Avaunt , thou damned door - keeper ! Your house , But for this virgin that doth prop it up , Would sink , and overwhelm you ...
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... Lysimachus . Bawd . O abominable ! Boult . She makes our profession as it were to stink afore the face of the gods . Bawd . Marry , hang her up for ever ! Boult . The nobleman would have dealt with her like a nobleman , and she sent him ...
... Lysimachus . Bawd . O abominable ! Boult . She makes our profession as it were to stink afore the face of the gods . Bawd . Marry , hang her up for ever ! Boult . The nobleman would have dealt with her like a nobleman , and she sent him ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother call'd CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn CYMBELINE daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth duke of Cornwall Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poison'd poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre queen Regan revenge Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE sorrow speak Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus villain Сут
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