The Works of Shakespear: King Lear. Timon of Athens. Titus Andronicus. MacbethRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... tears fret channels in her cheeks : Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt ; that fhe may feel , How sharper than a ferpent's tooth it is , To have a thankless child . - Go , go , my people . Alb . Now , Gods ...
... tears fret channels in her cheeks : Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt ; that fhe may feel , How sharper than a ferpent's tooth it is , To have a thankless child . - Go , go , my people . Alb . Now , Gods ...
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... tears his white hair ; ( Which the impetuous blafts with eyeless rage Catch in their fury , and make nothing of . ) Strives in his little World of Man t ' outfcorn The to - and - fro - conflicting Wind and Rain . This night , wherein ...
... tears his white hair ; ( Which the impetuous blafts with eyeless rage Catch in their fury , and make nothing of . ) Strives in his little World of Man t ' outfcorn The to - and - fro - conflicting Wind and Rain . This night , wherein ...
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... tear this hand For lifting food to't ? But I'll punish home ; -In fuch a night , No , I will weep no more To hut me out ? pour on , I will endure : In fuch a night as this ?, O , Regan , Gonerill , Your old kind father , whofe frank ...
... tear this hand For lifting food to't ? But I'll punish home ; -In fuch a night , No , I will weep no more To hut me out ? pour on , I will endure : In fuch a night as this ?, O , Regan , Gonerill , Your old kind father , whofe frank ...
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... tears begin to take his part so much , They mar my counterfeiting . Lear . The little dogs and all , [ Afide . Tray , Blanch , and Sweet - heart , fee , they bark at me Edg . Tom Will throw his head at them ; avaunt , you curs ! Be Be ...
... tears begin to take his part so much , They mar my counterfeiting . Lear . The little dogs and all , [ Afide . Tray , Blanch , and Sweet - heart , fee , they bark at me Edg . Tom Will throw his head at them ; avaunt , you curs ! Be Be ...
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... tear Thy flesh and bones . - Howe'er thou art a fiend , A woman's fhape doth fhield thee.- Gon . Marry , your manhood now ! - Enter Messenger . Mef . Oh , my good lord , the Duke of Cornwall's dead : Slain by his fervant , going to put ...
... tear Thy flesh and bones . - Howe'er thou art a fiend , A woman's fhape doth fhield thee.- Gon . Marry , your manhood now ! - Enter Messenger . Mef . Oh , my good lord , the Duke of Cornwall's dead : Slain by his fervant , going to put ...
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againſt Alcibiades Andronicus anſwer Apem Apemantus art thou Athens Baffianus Banquo blood Cordelia Corn daughter doft thou doth Edmund Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe father fear fhall fhalt fhew fhould fifter flain Flav Fleance fleep fome fons Fool forrow foul fpeak friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword Gent Glo'fter Gods Goths hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honeft honour houſe i'th itſelf juftice Kent King Lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius Lucullus Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Madam mafter Marcus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble o'th pleaſe pleaſure poor pray prefent reafon Roffe Rome Saturninus ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak Stew Tamora Thane thee thefe There's theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Timon Titus Titus Andronicus uſe villain whofe Whoſe Witch
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