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... moft fought , where mast might not be found , Being one too many by my weary Self , Purfued my bumour , & c . ForE . " " ten lines following , not in edi- tion 1597 , but in the next of 1599 . POPE . 7 Ben . Have you importun'd , & c ...
... moft fought , where mast might not be found , Being one too many by my weary Self , Purfued my bumour , & c . ForE . " " ten lines following , not in edi- tion 1597 , but in the next of 1599 . POPE . 7 Ben . Have you importun'd , & c ...
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... moft , whofe merit most shall be : 4 Which on more view of many , mine , being one , May ftand in number , tho ' in reck❜ning none . Come , go with me . Go , firrah , trudge about , Through fair Verona ; find thofe perfons out , Whose ...
... moft , whofe merit most shall be : 4 Which on more view of many , mine , being one , May ftand in number , tho ' in reck❜ning none . Come , go with me . Go , firrah , trudge about , Through fair Verona ; find thofe perfons out , Whose ...
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... moft kindly hit it . Rom . A most courteous expofition . Mer . Nay , I am the very pink of courtesy . Rom . Pink for flower . Mer . Right ! Rom . Why , then is my pump well flower'd . Mer . Sure wit - follow me this jeft , now , till ...
... moft kindly hit it . Rom . A most courteous expofition . Mer . Nay , I am the very pink of courtesy . Rom . Pink for flower . Mer . Right ! Rom . Why , then is my pump well flower'd . Mer . Sure wit - follow me this jeft , now , till ...
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... , We fhall be defective . 7 For I have need , & c . ] Ju- liet plays moft of her pranks un- der the appearance of religion : perhaps Shakespeare meant to pu- nifh her hypocrify . For , • For , I am fure , you have your 98 ROMEO and JULIET .
... , We fhall be defective . 7 For I have need , & c . ] Ju- liet plays moft of her pranks un- der the appearance of religion : perhaps Shakespeare meant to pu- nifh her hypocrify . For , • For , I am fure , you have your 98 ROMEO and JULIET .
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... moft woful day ! That ever , ever , I did yet behold . Oh day ! oh day ! oh day ! oh hateful day ! Never was feen fo black a day as this . Oh woful day , oh woful day ! ' Τ 51 .01f . C Par . Beguil'd , divorced , wronged , fpighted ...
... moft woful day ! That ever , ever , I did yet behold . Oh day ! oh day ! oh day ! oh hateful day ! Never was feen fo black a day as this . Oh woful day , oh woful day ! ' Τ 51 .01f . C Par . Beguil'd , divorced , wronged , fpighted ...
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againſt anfwer becauſe Benvolio Brabantio Caffio Capulet caufe Clown Cyprus death Desdemona doft doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion eyes faid fame father fatire feems fenfe fhall fhew fhould fignifies firft flain fleep folio fome foul fpeak fpeech Friar Lawrence ftand fuch fuppofe fure fweet fword give Hamlet Hanmer hath heart heav'n himſelf honeft huſband Iago itſelf Juliet King lady Laer Laertes laft lago Lord Mercutio moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe obferve old quarto Ophelia Othello paffage paffion play Polonius POPE prefent purpoſe quarto Queen racter reafon Romeo SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEVENS tell thee thefe THEOBALD There's theſe thing thofe thou art tion Tybalt uſed villain WARB WARBURTON whofe wife William Shakespeare word yourſelf
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