The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, 8 tomas |
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[ Exit . ( Which nor our nature nor our place can bear , ) Our potency made good , ] i.e. They to whom I have yielded my power and authority , yielding me the ability to dispense it in this instance , take thy reward .
[ Exit . ( Which nor our nature nor our place can bear , ) Our potency made good , ] i.e. They to whom I have yielded my power and authority , yielding me the ability to dispense it in this instance , take thy reward .
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[ Exit . SCENE III . · A Room in the Duke of Albany's Palace . Enter GONERIL and Steward . Gon . Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool ? Stew . Ay , madam . Gon . By day and night ! he wrongs me ; every hour He ...
[ Exit . SCENE III . · A Room in the Duke of Albany's Palace . Enter GONERIL and Steward . Gon . Did my father strike my gentleman for chiding of his fool ? Stew . Ay , madam . Gon . By day and night ! he wrongs me ; every hour He ...
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[ Exit an Attendant . ] How now , what art thou ? Kent . A man , sir . Lear . What dost thou profess ? What would'st thou with us ? Kent . I do profess to be no less than I seem ; to serve him truly , that will put me in trust ; to love ...
[ Exit an Attendant . ] How now , what art thou ? Kent . A man , sir . Lear . What dost thou profess ? What would'st thou with us ? Kent . I do profess to be no less than I seem ; to serve him truly , that will put me in trust ; to love ...
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... and with good reason , enemies to the government . Hence the proverbial phrase of , He's an honest man , and eats no fish ; to signify he's a friend to the government and a Protestant . 8 Stew . So please you , [ Exit .
... and with good reason , enemies to the government . Hence the proverbial phrase of , He's an honest man , and eats no fish ; to signify he's a friend to the government and a Protestant . 8 Stew . So please you , [ Exit .
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So please you , [ Exit . Lear . What says the fellow there ? Call the clotpoll back . - Where's my fool , ho ? - I think the world's asleep . How now ? Where's that mongrel ? Knight . He says , my lord , your daughter is not well .
So please you , [ Exit . Lear . What says the fellow there ? Call the clotpoll back . - Where's my fool , ho ? - I think the world's asleep . How now ? Where's that mongrel ? Knight . He says , my lord , your daughter is not well .
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ancient appears Attendants bear better blood bring Cassio cause comes daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth draw Duke Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear follow fool fortune give gone Hamlet hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honest I'll Iago Juliet keep Kent kind king lady Lear leave light live look lord madam MALONE marry matter means mind murder nature never night noble Nurse Othello play poor pray Queen reason Romeo SCENE seems seen sense Shakspeare signifies soul speak stand sweet sword tears tell thee thine thing thou thou art thought true villain wife young
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