The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, 9 tomasLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
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... fear my father's wrath ; but nothing , ( Always reserv'd my holy duty , ) what 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 ...
... fear my father's wrath ; but nothing , ( Always reserv'd my holy duty , ) what 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 ...
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... fears . Cym . Past grace ? obedience ? Imo . Past hope , and in despair ; that way , past grace . Cym . That might'st have had the sole son of my queen ! Imo . O bless'd , that I might not ! I chose an eagle , And did avoid a puttock ...
... fears . Cym . Past grace ? obedience ? Imo . Past hope , and in despair ; that way , past grace . Cym . That might'st have had the sole son of my queen ! Imo . O bless'd , that I might not ! I chose an eagle , And did avoid a puttock ...
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... fear not my ring . Phi . Let us leave here , gentlemen . Post . Sir , with all my heart . This worthy sig- nior , I thank him , makes no stranger of me ; we are familiar at first . Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should ...
... fear not my ring . Phi . Let us leave here , gentlemen . Post . Sir , with all my heart . This worthy sig- nior , I thank him , makes no stranger of me ; we are familiar at first . Iach . With five times so much conversation , I should ...
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... fear , And himself . Not I , Inclin'd to this intelligence , pronounce The beggary of his change ; but ' tis your graces That , from my mutest conscience , to my tongue , Charms this report out , Imo . Let me hear no more . Iach . O ...
... fear , And himself . Not I , Inclin'd to this intelligence , pronounce The beggary of his change ; but ' tis your graces That , from my mutest conscience , to my tongue , Charms this report out , Imo . Let me hear no more . Iach . O ...
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... fear ; Though this a heavenly angel , hell is here . One , two , three , ― Time , time ! [ Clock strikes . [ Goes into the Trunk . The Scene closes . SCENE III . An Ante - Chamber adjoining Imogen's Apartment . Enter CLOTEN and Lords ...
... fear ; Though this a heavenly angel , hell is here . One , two , three , ― Time , time ! [ Clock strikes . [ Goes into the Trunk . The Scene closes . SCENE III . An Ante - Chamber adjoining Imogen's Apartment . Enter CLOTEN and Lords ...
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The Family Shakspeare, in Ten Volumes In which Nothing is Added to ..., 9 tomas William Shakespeare,Thomas Bowdler Visos knygos peržiūra - 1820 |
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Aaron Alack Andronicus art thou ARVIRAGUS Bassianus BELARIUS blood brother Cæsar call'd CHIRON Cloten Cordelia Corn CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death dost doth duke of Cornwall EDGAR Edmund emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Iach IACHIMO Imogen Jupiter Kent king lady Lavinia Lear Leonatus letter look lord Lucius madam Marc Marcus master mistress night noble o'the Pisanio poison'd poor Post POSTHUMUS pray queen Regan revenge Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE sister sons sorrow speak Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue traitor villain
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