The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and JulietT. Bensley, 1800 |
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... thought all thefe " Came to foe Shore of Pericles . " .: In a former edition of this play I faid , on the authority of another perfon , that this pamphlet had appeared in 1596 ; but I have fince met with the piece itself , and find that ...
... thought all thefe " Came to foe Shore of Pericles . " .: In a former edition of this play I faid , on the authority of another perfon , that this pamphlet had appeared in 1596 ; but I have fince met with the piece itself , and find that ...
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... thoughts the king Of every virtue gives renown to men ! Her face , the book of praises , where is read Nothing but curious pleasures , as from thence Sorrow were ever ras'd , and testy wrath Could never be her mild companion . Ye gods ...
... thoughts the king Of every virtue gives renown to men ! Her face , the book of praises , where is read Nothing but curious pleasures , as from thence Sorrow were ever ras'd , and testy wrath Could never be her mild companion . Ye gods ...
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... thought But faithfulness , and courage . [ He reads the Riddle . ] I am no viper , yet I feed On mother's flesh , which did me breed : I fought a husband , in which labour , I found that kindness in a father . He's He's father , fon ...
... thought But faithfulness , and courage . [ He reads the Riddle . ] I am no viper , yet I feed On mother's flesh , which did me breed : I fought a husband , in which labour , I found that kindness in a father . He's He's father , fon ...
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... thoughts revolt ; For he's no man on whom perfections wait , That knowing fin within , will touch the gate . You're a fair viol , and your fense the strings ; Who , finger'd to make man his lawful musick , Would draw heaven down , and ...
... thoughts revolt ; For he's no man on whom perfections wait , That knowing fin within , will touch the gate . You're a fair viol , and your fense the strings ; Who , finger'd to make man his lawful musick , Would draw heaven down , and ...
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... thoughts ? The fad companion , dull - ey'd melancholy , By me fo us'd a guest is , not an hour , In the day's glorious walk , or peaceful night , ( The tomb where grief should sleep , ) can breed me quiet ! Here pleasures court mine ...
... thoughts ? The fad companion , dull - ey'd melancholy , By me fo us'd a guest is , not an hour , In the day's glorious walk , or peaceful night , ( The tomb where grief should sleep , ) can breed me quiet ! Here pleasures court mine ...
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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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