Imperfect Hints Towards a New Edition of ShakespearePrinted at the Logographic Press, by J. Walter, for the author, and sold by J. Robson, 1787 |
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... Tybalt , take the villain back again That late thou gav'ft me ; for Mercutio's foul Is but a little way above our heads , Staying for thine to keep him company ; Or thou , or I , or both , shall follow him . The attitudes of both Romeo ...
... Tybalt , take the villain back again That late thou gav'ft me ; for Mercutio's foul Is but a little way above our heads , Staying for thine to keep him company ; Or thou , or I , or both , shall follow him . The attitudes of both Romeo ...
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... Tybalt murdered , Doating like me , and like me , banished ! - Page 107. Fri. Give me thy hand ; ' tis late : farewell ; good night . Rom . But that a joy paft joy calls out on me , It were a grief , so brief to part with thee ...
... Tybalt murdered , Doating like me , and like me , banished ! - Page 107. Fri. Give me thy hand ; ' tis late : farewell ; good night . Rom . But that a joy paft joy calls out on me , It were a grief , so brief to part with thee ...
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... Tybalt lies . Or , when the foon after confirms us , in the love the bears her huf- band : And again : Jul . O God ! -O nurfe ! how fhall this be prevented ? My husband is on earth , my faith in heaven ! Jul . What fay'ft thou ! haft ...
... Tybalt lies . Or , when the foon after confirms us , in the love the bears her huf- band : And again : Jul . O God ! -O nurfe ! how fhall this be prevented ? My husband is on earth , my faith in heaven ! Jul . What fay'ft thou ! haft ...
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... Tybalt , yet but green in earth , Lies feft'ring in his fhroud ; where , as they fay , At fome hours in the night fpirits refort ; - * Alack , alack ! is it not like , that I , So early waking , -what with loathsome smells ; And fhrieks ...
... Tybalt , yet but green in earth , Lies feft'ring in his fhroud ; where , as they fay , At fome hours in the night fpirits refort ; - * Alack , alack ! is it not like , that I , So early waking , -what with loathsome smells ; And fhrieks ...
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... Tybalt and the fpirits of the night were fleeting The Honourable Andrew Erskine , in an Ode to Fear , after pointing out inftances where Shakef- peare has excelled in defcribing this paffion , thus proceeds : Shakespeare alone thy ...
... Tybalt and the fpirits of the night were fleeting The Honourable Andrew Erskine , in an Ode to Fear , after pointing out inftances where Shakef- peare has excelled in defcribing this paffion , thus proceeds : Shakespeare alone thy ...
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