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 tomas |
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His rage can do on me : You must be gone ; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes ; . not comforted to live , But that there is this jewel in the world , That I may see again . I Post . My queen ! my mistress !
His rage can do on me : You must be gone ; And I shall here abide the hourly shot Of angry eyes ; . not comforted to live , But that there is this jewel in the world , That I may see again . I Post . My queen ! my mistress !
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Сут . O disloyal thing , That should'st repair my youth ; thou heapest Post . I am gone . A year's age on me ! Imo . I beseech. 6 Close up : 7 Sensationi 8 Fill . 1 Only . 2 A kite . 3 Cattle keeper CYMBELINE . Act 1 .
Сут . O disloyal thing , That should'st repair my youth ; thou heapest Post . I am gone . A year's age on me ! Imo . I beseech. 6 Close up : 7 Sensationi 8 Fill . 1 Only . 2 A kite . 3 Cattle keeper CYMBELINE . Act 1 .
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So , get you gone : If this penetrate , I will consider your musick the better : 3 if it do not , it is a vice in her ears , which horse - hairs , and cats - guts , nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot , can never amend .
So , get you gone : If this penetrate , I will consider your musick the better : 3 if it do not , it is a vice in her ears , which horse - hairs , and cats - guts , nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to boot , can never amend .
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I do think , I saw't this morning : confident I am , Last night ' twas on mine arm ; I kiss'd it : I hope , it be not gone , to tell my lord That I kiss aught but he . Pis . ' Twill not be lost . Imo . I hope so : go , and search .
I do think , I saw't this morning : confident I am , Last night ' twas on mine arm ; I kiss'd it : I hope , it be not gone , to tell my lord That I kiss aught but he . Pis . ' Twill not be lost . Imo . I hope so : go , and search .
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Why hast thou gone so far , To be unbent , when thou hast ta'en thy stand , The elected deer before thee ? Pis . But to win time To lose so bad employment : in the which I have consider'd of a course ; Good lady , Hear me with patience ...
Why hast thou gone so far , To be unbent , when thou hast ta'en thy stand , The elected deer before thee ? Pis . But to win time To lose so bad employment : in the which I have consider'd of a course ; Good lady , Hear me with patience ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare Accurately Printed from the Text ..., 9 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1823 |
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Andronicus arms Attendants bear better blood Boult bring brother comes Corn court daughter dead dear death dost doth emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear follow Fool fortune Gent give gods gone grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour I'll Iach Italy keep Kent king lady Lavinia Lear leave live look lord Lucius madam Marcus master mean mind mistress mother nature never night noble peace Pericles poor Post pray present prince queen Roman Rome SCENE sister sons sorrow speak stand sweet sword tears tell thank thee there's thine thing thou thou art thought Titus true villain
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Bibliografinė informacija
| Pavadinimas | 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 tomas The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Autorius | William Shakespeare |
| Leidėjas | J. Johnson, 1803 |
| Originalas iš | Niujorko viešoji biblioteka |
| Pakeista skaitmenine forma | 28 gruodžio 2006 |
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