The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, 7 tomasA. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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... King ; but why , I know not . ( 31 ) And thou shalt hunt a Lion that will fly With his Face back in humane gentleness . ] Thus Mr. Pope in his great Sagacity pointed this Paffage in his firft Edition . What Conception he had to himself ...
... King ; but why , I know not . ( 31 ) And thou shalt hunt a Lion that will fly With his Face back in humane gentleness . ] Thus Mr. Pope in his great Sagacity pointed this Paffage in his firft Edition . What Conception he had to himself ...
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... King Cophetua lov'd the Beggar - maid . ] Tho I have not disturbed the Text , I conceive , there may be an Error in the Word Abraham . I have no Idea , why Cupid fhould have this Prænomen . I have suspected that the Poet wrote , Young ...
... King Cophetua lov'd the Beggar - maid . ] Tho I have not disturbed the Text , I conceive , there may be an Error in the Word Abraham . I have no Idea , why Cupid fhould have this Prænomen . I have suspected that the Poet wrote , Young ...
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... King enamour'd of the Beggar is twice again alluded to by our Author . in his Love's Labour's loft . Arm . Is there not a Ballad , boy , of the King and the Beggar ? Moth . The World was guilty of fuch a Ballad , fome three Ages fince ...
... King enamour'd of the Beggar is twice again alluded to by our Author . in his Love's Labour's loft . Arm . Is there not a Ballad , boy , of the King and the Beggar ? Moth . The World was guilty of fuch a Ballad , fome three Ages fince ...
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... King of cats , nothing but one of your nine lives , that I mean to make bold withal ; and as you shall ufe me hereafter , dry - beat the reft of the eight . Will you pluck your Sword out of his pilcher by the ears ? Make hafte , left ...
... King of cats , nothing but one of your nine lives , that I mean to make bold withal ; and as you shall ufe me hereafter , dry - beat the reft of the eight . Will you pluck your Sword out of his pilcher by the ears ? Make hafte , left ...
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Dramatis Perfonæ , CLAUDIUS , King of Denmark . Fortinbras , Prince of Norway . Hamlet , Son to the former , and Nephew to the present King . Polonius , Lord Chamberlain . Horatio , Friend to ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Dramatis Perfonæ , CLAUDIUS , King of Denmark . Fortinbras , Prince of Norway . Hamlet , Son to the former , and Nephew to the present King . Polonius , Lord Chamberlain . Horatio , Friend to ...
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