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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... hath lost her , too : so is the queen , That most desir'd the match : But not a courtier , Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks , hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2 Gent . And why ...
... hath lost her , too : so is the queen , That most desir'd the match : But not a courtier , Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks , hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2 Gent . And why ...
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... hath miss'd the princess , is a thing Too bad for bad report : and he that hath her , ( I mean , that married her , -alack , good man ! - And therefore banish'd ) is a creature such As , to seek through the regions of the earth For one ...
... hath miss'd the princess , is a thing Too bad for bad report : and he that hath her , ( I mean , that married her , -alack , good man ! - And therefore banish'd ) is a creature such As , to seek through the regions of the earth For one ...
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... Hath charg'd you should not speak together . Imo . [ Exit Queen . Dissembling courtesy ! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds ! - My dearest husband , I something fear my father's wrath ; but nothing , ( Always reserv'd my ...
... Hath charg'd you should not speak together . Imo . [ Exit Queen . Dissembling courtesy ! How fine this tyrant Can tickle where she wounds ! - My dearest husband , I something fear my father's wrath ; but nothing , ( Always reserv'd my ...
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... hath been Your faithful servant : I dare lay mine honour , He will remain so . I humbly thank your highness . Pis . Queen . Pray , walk a while . Imo . About some half hour hence , I pray you , speak with me : you shall , at least , Go ...
... hath been Your faithful servant : I dare lay mine honour , He will remain so . I humbly thank your highness . Pis . Queen . Pray , walk a while . Imo . About some half hour hence , I pray you , speak with me : you shall , at least , Go ...
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... hath been allowed the name of : but I could then have looked on him without the help of admiration ; though the catalogue of his en- dowments had been tabled by his side , and I to peruse him by items . Phi . You speak of him when he ...
... hath been allowed the name of : but I could then have looked on him without the help of admiration ; though the catalogue of his en- dowments had been tabled by his side , and I to peruse him by items . Phi . You speak of him when he ...
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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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