The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare: In Six Volumes, 3 tomasClarendon Press, 1789 |
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... brother Hector . C Cre . Is he fo young a man , and fo old a lifter ? Pan . But , to prove to you that Helen loves him ; - fhe came , and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin , - Cre . Juno have mercy ! -How came it cloven ? Pan ...
... brother Hector . C Cre . Is he fo young a man , and fo old a lifter ? Pan . But , to prove to you that Helen loves him ; - fhe came , and puts me her white hand to his cloven chin , - Cre . Juno have mercy ! -How came it cloven ? Pan ...
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... brother boods ] -companies . hauthentic ] -proper , juft , appointed . i refides ) ] - as as an arbitrator . dividable ] -divided , diftant . * includes itself — is abforbed into power , which , becoming fole agent , foon converts ...
... brother boods ] -companies . hauthentic ] -proper , juft , appointed . i refides ) ] - as as an arbitrator . dividable ] -divided , diftant . * includes itself — is abforbed into power , which , becoming fole agent , foon converts ...
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... brother ! Weigh you the worth and honour of a king , So great as our dread father , in a scale Of common ounces ? will you with counters fum The paft - proportion of his infinite ? And buckle - in a waist most fathomless , With spans ...
... brother ! Weigh you the worth and honour of a king , So great as our dread father , in a scale Of common ounces ? will you with counters fum The paft - proportion of his infinite ? And buckle - in a waist most fathomless , With spans ...
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In Six Volumes William Shakespeare Joseph Rann. с Heft . Brother , fhe is not worth what the doth coft The holding . Troi . What is aught , but as ' tis valu'd ? Heft . But value dwells not in particular will ; It holds his estimate and ...
In Six Volumes William Shakespeare Joseph Rann. с Heft . Brother , fhe is not worth what the doth coft The holding . Troi . What is aught , but as ' tis valu'd ? Heft . But value dwells not in particular will ; It holds his estimate and ...
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... brother , Paris , burns us all . Cry , Trojans , cry ! a Helen , and a woe : Cry , cry ! Troy burns , or elfe let Helen go . [ Exit . Hect . Now , youthful Troilus , do not these high strains Of divination in our fifter work Some ...
... brother , Paris , burns us all . Cry , Trojans , cry ! a Helen , and a woe : Cry , cry ! Troy burns , or elfe let Helen go . [ Exit . Hect . Now , youthful Troilus , do not these high strains Of divination in our fifter work Some ...
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Achilles Afide againſt Agamemnon Ajax anſwer arms art thou Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke brother Calchas Clot coufin Cymbeline death Diomed doft doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Falstaff father Faulc Faulconbridge fear feem fhall fhame fhew fhould fince fir John firſt flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Gaunt grief Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven Hector Henry himſelf Hoft honour horſe Iach itſelf Juft king lady lord mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble Northumberland Pandarus Patroclus peace Percy Pifanio pleaſe Poft Pofthumus Poins prefent Priam prince purpoſe Queen reafon Rich ſay SCENE Shal ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtand ſtate tell thee thefe Ther theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue Troi Troilus Ulyff Weft whofe Whoſe York yourſelf
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