The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and JulietT. Bensley, 1800 |
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... There is , also an ancient romance on this subject , calied Kyng Appolyn of Thyre , tranflated from the French by Robert Copland , and printed by Wynkyn de Worde in 1510. In 1576 William Howe had a licence for printing " The most ...
... There is , also an ancient romance on this subject , calied Kyng Appolyn of Thyre , tranflated from the French by Robert Copland , and printed by Wynkyn de Worde in 1510. In 1576 William Howe had a licence for printing " The most ...
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... There is , I believe , no play of our author's , perhaps I might fay , in the English language , fo incorrect as this . The most corrupt of Shakspeare's other dramas , compared with Pericles , is purity itself . The metre is feldom ...
... There is , I believe , no play of our author's , perhaps I might fay , in the English language , fo incorrect as this . The most corrupt of Shakspeare's other dramas , compared with Pericles , is purity itself . The metre is feldom ...
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... there being none found in the old copies . MALONE . The Hiftory of Appolonius King of Tyre was fuppofed by Mark Wel- fer , when he printed it in 1595 , to have been translated from the Greek a thousand years before . [ Fabr . Bib . Gr ...
... there being none found in the old copies . MALONE . The Hiftory of Appolonius King of Tyre was fuppofed by Mark Wel- fer , when he printed it in 1595 , to have been translated from the Greek a thousand years before . [ Fabr . Bib . Gr ...
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... there ? Enter THALIARD . Thal . Doth your highness call ? Ant . Thaliard , you're of our chamber , and our mind Partakes her private actions to your fecrecy ; And for your faithfulness we will advance you . Thaliard , behold , here's ...
... there ? Enter THALIARD . Thal . Doth your highness call ? Ant . Thaliard , you're of our chamber , and our mind Partakes her private actions to your fecrecy ; And for your faithfulness we will advance you . Thaliard , behold , here's ...
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... there be fuch a dart in princes ' frowns , How durft thy tongue move anger to our face ? Hel . How dare the plants look up to heaven , from whence They have their nourishment ? Per . To take thy life . Thou know'ft I have power Hel ...
... there be fuch a dart in princes ' frowns , How durft thy tongue move anger to our face ? Hel . How dare the plants look up to heaven , from whence They have their nourishment ? Per . To take thy life . Thou know'ft I have power Hel ...
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Afide againſt art thou Bawd BENVOLIO beſt Boult CAPULET cauſe CLEON Cordelia Corn courſe daughter dead death DIONYZA doft doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fhall fifter fince firſt flain fome Fool forrow foul friar ftand fuch Gent gentleman give GLOSTER gods GONERIL hath heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe huſband itſelf Juliet Kent king King Lear lady laſt Lear lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene moft Montague moſt muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe pleaſure pray prince Prince of Tyre purpoſe Regan Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſuch ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art Tybalt Tyre uſe villain whoſe wife
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