The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare: In Six Volumes, 3 tomasClarendon Press, 1789 |
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... thee , -When my heart , As wedged with a figh , would rive in twain ; Left Hector or my father fhould perceive me ... thee , Pandarus , - When I do tell thee , There my hopes lie drown'd , blench ] -fhrink , Reply Reply not in how many ...
... thee , -When my heart , As wedged with a figh , would rive in twain ; Left Hector or my father fhould perceive me ... thee , Pandarus , - When I do tell thee , There my hopes lie drown'd , blench ] -fhrink , Reply Reply not in how many ...
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... thee , thou mungrel beef - witted lord ! Ajax . Speak then , thou vinied'ft leaven , fpeak : I will beat thee into handfomeness . Ther . I fhall fooner rail thee into wit and holiness : but , I think , thy horfe will fooner con an ...
... thee , thou mungrel beef - witted lord ! Ajax . Speak then , thou vinied'ft leaven , fpeak : I will beat thee into handfomeness . Ther . I fhall fooner rail thee into wit and holiness : but , I think , thy horfe will fooner con an ...
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... thee into fhivers with his fift , as a failor breaks a bisket . Ajax . You whorefon cur ! Ther . Do , do . Ajax . Thou ftool for a witch ! [ Beating him . Ther . Ay , do , do ; thou fodden - witted lord ! thou haft no more brain than I ...
... thee into fhivers with his fift , as a failor breaks a bisket . Ajax . You whorefon cur ! Ther . Do , do . Ajax . Thou ftool for a witch ! [ Beating him . Ther . Ay , do , do ; thou fodden - witted lord ! thou haft no more brain than I ...
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... thee from a tutor , and difcipline come not near thee ! Let thy blood be thy direction ' till thy death ! then if fhe , that lays thee out , fays - thou art a fair corfe , I'll be fworn and fworn upon't , fhe never fhrowded any but ...
... thee from a tutor , and difcipline come not near thee ! Let thy blood be thy direction ' till thy death ! then if fhe , that lays thee out , fays - thou art a fair corfe , I'll be fworn and fworn upon't , fhe never fhrowded any but ...
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... thee , fhe that gave thee fuck : Fam'd be thy tutor ; and thy parts of nature Thrice - fam'd , beyond beyond all erudition : But he that difciplin'd thy arms to fight , Let Mars divide eternity in twain , And give him half : and , for ...
... thee , fhe that gave thee fuck : Fam'd be thy tutor ; and thy parts of nature Thrice - fam'd , beyond beyond all erudition : But he that difciplin'd thy arms to fight , Let Mars divide eternity in twain , And give him half : and , for ...
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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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