The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... honour : So like a courtier , no contempt or bitterness Were in him ; pride or fharpnefs , if there were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exceptions 10 A & I. All's well that ...
... honour : So like a courtier , no contempt or bitterness Were in him ; pride or fharpnefs , if there were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exceptions 10 A & I. All's well that ...
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... honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble . My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother.- Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ...
... honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble . My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother.- Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You are my mother , Madam ...
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... honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in so true a flame of liking Wish chaftly , and love dearly , that your Was both herself and love ; O then give pity To her , whofe ftate is fuch , that cannot chufe But lend , and give , where ...
... honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever in so true a flame of liking Wish chaftly , and love dearly , that your Was both herself and love ; O then give pity To her , whofe ftate is fuch , that cannot chufe But lend , and give , where ...
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... Honour But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe ' t ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my ...
... Honour But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his Grace's cure , By fuch a day and hour . Count . Doft thou believe ' t ? Hel . Ay , Madam , knowingly . Count . Why , Helen , thou fhalt have my ...
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... Honour , but to wed it ; when The braveft queftant fhrinks , find what you feek , That fame may cry you loud : I fay , farewel . 2 Lord . Health at your bidding ferve your Majefty ! King . Thofe girls of Italy , —take heed of them ...
... Honour , but to wed it ; when The braveft queftant fhrinks , find what you feek , That fame may cry you loud : I fay , farewel . 2 Lord . Health at your bidding ferve your Majefty ! King . Thofe girls of Italy , —take heed of them ...
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1771 |
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againſt anſwer Antigonus Antipholis Arth beft Bithynia blood Camillo Conft Count defire doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father Faulc Faulconbridge feems fent fervant fervice fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak France ftand ftay ftill ftir ftrong fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honeft honour houfe houſe huſband Illyria itſelf James Gurney John King knave Lady Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun miftrefs miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Phil pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe reafon SCENE ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand uſe whofe wife worfe your's yourſelf
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