All's well that ends well. Twelfth Night. Winter's tale. MacbethC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... lady should fay no more than this : " I now find the mystery of your creeping into corners , " and weeping , and pining in fecret . " For this reason I have amended the text , lonelines . The Steward , in the foregoing fcene , where he ...
... lady should fay no more than this : " I now find the mystery of your creeping into corners , " and weeping , and pining in fecret . " For this reason I have amended the text , lonelines . The Steward , in the foregoing fcene , where he ...
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... lady cenfures her own levity in trifling with her jester , as a ridiculous attempt to return back to youth . JOHNSON . O Lord , fir , -- ] A ridicule on that foolish expletive of fpeech then in vogue at court . WARBURTON . ping , and ...
... lady cenfures her own levity in trifling with her jester , as a ridiculous attempt to return back to youth . JOHNSON . O Lord , fir , -- ] A ridicule on that foolish expletive of fpeech then in vogue at court . WARBURTON . ping , and ...
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... lady was re- fufed , reproached the young lords as boys of ice , throwing his eyes on Bertram who remained , cries out , There is one yet into whom his father put good blood , but I have known thee lorg enough to know thee for an afs ...
... lady was re- fufed , reproached the young lords as boys of ice , throwing his eyes on Bertram who remained , cries out , There is one yet into whom his father put good blood , but I have known thee lorg enough to know thee for an afs ...
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... lady ! Hel . I hope , fir , I have your good will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . - O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her ...
... lady ! Hel . I hope , fir , I have your good will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . - O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her ...
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... lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is fome comfort in the news , fome comfort ; your fon will not be kill'd fo foon as I thought he would . Count . Why fhould he be kill'd ? Clo . So fay I , madam , if he run away ...
... lady . Count . What is the matter ? Clo . Nay , there is fome comfort in the news , fome comfort ; your fon will not be kill'd fo foon as I thought he would . Count . Why fhould he be kill'd ? Clo . So fay I , madam , if he run away ...
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againſt anſwer Autolycus Banquo becauſe beſt Bohemia buſineſs Camillo Clown Count defire Duke Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion eyes faid fame fatire fear feems fenfe fervant ferve fhall fhew fhould fifter fignifies fince Fleance fleep foldier fome fomething fool fpeak fpeech ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fure fwear fweet give hath heaven himſelf honour houſe i'the Illyria itſelf JOHNSON King lady lefs loft lord Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach madam mafter Malvolio means miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Narbon night o'the obferve occafion paffage perfon pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe queen reafon Roffe ſay SCENE Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe Shep Sir Toby ſpeak STEEVENS Thane thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art thought ufed underſtand uſe WARBURTON whofe wife Witch word
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