The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, 8 tomasC. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... Polonius except to the Phrafe , and call it a vile one . But a ftronger Objection ftill , in my Mind , lies against it . As Celestial and Soul's Idol are the introductory Characteristicks of Ophelia , what a dreadful Anticlimax is it to ...
... Polonius except to the Phrafe , and call it a vile one . But a ftronger Objection ftill , in my Mind , lies against it . As Celestial and Soul's Idol are the introductory Characteristicks of Ophelia , what a dreadful Anticlimax is it to ...
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... Polonius .. Pol . Well be with you , gentlemen . Ham . Hark you , Guildenstern , and you too , at each ear a hearer ; that great baby , you fee there , is not yet out of his fwathling - clouts . Rof . Haply , he's the fecond time come ...
... Polonius .. Pol . Well be with you , gentlemen . Ham . Hark you , Guildenstern , and you too , at each ear a hearer ; that great baby , you fee there , is not yet out of his fwathling - clouts . Rof . Haply , he's the fecond time come ...
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... own honour and dignity . The lefs they deferve , the more merit is in your bounty . Take them in . Pol . Come , Sirs . [ Exit Polonius . Ham . Ham . Follow him , friends : we'll hear a 152 HAMLET , Prince of Denmark .
... own honour and dignity . The lefs they deferve , the more merit is in your bounty . Take them in . Pol . Come , Sirs . [ Exit Polonius . Ham . Ham . Follow him , friends : we'll hear a 152 HAMLET , Prince of Denmark .
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... Polonius , Ophelia , Rofincrantz , Guildenstern , and Lords . A KING . ND can you by no drift of conference Get from him why he puts on this confufion , Grating fo harfhly all his days of quiet , With turbulent and dang'rous lunacy ...
... Polonius , Ophelia , Rofincrantz , Guildenstern , and Lords . A KING . ND can you by no drift of conference Get from him why he puts on this confufion , Grating fo harfhly all his days of quiet , With turbulent and dang'rous lunacy ...
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... Polonius . King . Love ! his affections do not that way tend , Nor what he fpake , tho ' it lack'd form a little , Was not like madnefs . Something's in his foul , O'er which his melancholy fits on brood ; And , I do doubt , the hatch ...
... Polonius . King . Love ! his affections do not that way tend , Nor what he fpake , tho ' it lack'd form a little , Was not like madnefs . Something's in his foul , O'er which his melancholy fits on brood ; And , I do doubt , the hatch ...
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The Works of Shakespeare In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1740 |
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