The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, 8 tomasF.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... ; Comes from my lord with letters . Of liegers for her sweet ; ] A lieger ambassador is one that re- sides in a foreign court to promote his master's interest . Iach . Change you , madam ? Presents a Letter 26 CYMBELINE .
... ; Comes from my lord with letters . Of liegers for her sweet ; ] A lieger ambassador is one that re- sides in a foreign court to promote his master's interest . Iach . Change you , madam ? Presents a Letter 26 CYMBELINE .
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... Iach . Change you , madam ? Presents a Letter . Thanks , good sir : The worthy Leonatus is in safety , And greets your highness dearly . Imo . You are kindly welcome . Iach . All of her , that is out of door , most rich ! If she be ...
... Iach . Change you , madam ? Presents a Letter . Thanks , good sir : The worthy Leonatus is in safety , And greets your highness dearly . Imo . You are kindly welcome . Iach . All of her , that is out of door , most rich ! If she be ...
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... Iach . Exceeding pleasant ; none a stranger there So merry and so gamesome : he is call'd The Briton reveller . Imo . He did incline to sadness ; and oft - times Not knowing why . Iach : When he was here , I never saw him sad . There is ...
... Iach . Exceeding pleasant ; none a stranger there So merry and so gamesome : he is call'd The Briton reveller . Imo . He did incline to sadness ; and oft - times Not knowing why . Iach : When he was here , I never saw him sad . There is ...
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... Iach . Two creatures , heartily . Imo . Am I one , sir ? in me , You look on me ; What wreck discern you Deserves your pity ? Iach . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun , and solace I'the dungeon by a snuff ? Imo . I ...
... Iach . Two creatures , heartily . Imo . Am I one , sir ? in me , You look on me ; What wreck discern you Deserves your pity ? Iach . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun , and solace I'the dungeon by a snuff ? Imo . I ...
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... Iach . O dearest soul ! your cause doth strike my heart With pity , that doth make me sick . A lady So fair , and fasten'd to an empery , * What both you spur and stop . ] What it is that at once incites you to speak , and restrains ...
... Iach . O dearest soul ! your cause doth strike my heart With pity , that doth make me sick . A lady So fair , and fasten'd to an empery , * What both you spur and stop . ] What it is that at once incites you to speak , and restrains ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd BELARIUS better blood Boult brother call'd CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king KING LEAR lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master means mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare sorrow speak STEEVENS Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Tyre villain word
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