The Plays of William Shakspeare, 8 tomasF. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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... comes with so small a train ? Fool . An thou hadst been set i'the stocks for that question , thou hadst well deserved it . Kent . Why , fool ? Fool . We'll set thee to school to an ant , to teach thee there's no labouring in the winter ...
... comes with so small a train ? Fool . An thou hadst been set i'the stocks for that question , thou hadst well deserved it . Kent . Why , fool ? Fool . We'll set thee to school to an ant , to teach thee there's no labouring in the winter ...
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... comes here ? O heavens , Enter Goneril . If you do love old men , if your sweet sway Allow2 obedience , if yourselves are old , Make it your cause ; send down , and take my part ! - Art not asham'd to look upon this beard ? - [ To ...
... comes here ? O heavens , Enter Goneril . If you do love old men , if your sweet sway Allow2 obedience , if yourselves are old , Make it your cause ; send down , and take my part ! - Art not asham'd to look upon this beard ? - [ To ...
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William Shakespeare. [ But , true it is , from France there comes a power Into this scatter'd kingdom ; who already , Wise in our negligence , have secret feet In some of our best ports , and are at point To show their open banner ...
William Shakespeare. [ But , true it is , from France there comes a power Into this scatter'd kingdom ; who already , Wise in our negligence , have secret feet In some of our best ports , and are at point To show their open banner ...
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... comes the time , who lives to see't , That going shall be us'd with feet . This prophecy Merlin shall make ; for I live before his time . [ Exit . SCENE III - A room in Gloster's castle . Enter Gloster and Edmund . Glo . Alack , alack ...
... comes the time , who lives to see't , That going shall be us'd with feet . This prophecy Merlin shall make ; for I live before his time . [ Exit . SCENE III - A room in Gloster's castle . Enter Gloster and Edmund . Glo . Alack , alack ...
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... comes a walking fire . Edg . This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet : he begins at curfew , and walks till the first cock ; he gives the web and the pin , 2 squints the eye , and makes the hare - lip ; mildews the white wheat , and ...
... comes a walking fire . Edg . This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet : he begins at curfew , and walks till the first cock ; he gives the web and the pin , 2 squints the eye , and makes the hare - lip ; mildews the white wheat , and ...
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Alack art thou Benvolio better blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daugh daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fool Fortinbras foul Gent gentleman give Gloster Goneril grief Guil Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't Juliet Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes lago Lear look lord madam Mantua marry matter Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello poison'd Polonius poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE soul speak Stew sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast to-night Tybalt villain What's wife wilt
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