The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, 19 dalis,4 tomas |
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... comes the wool to ? Aut . If the springe hold , the cock's mine . [ Aside . 5 i . e . rich velvet , so called . See Measure for Measure , p . 9 , note 3. In the fourth act of the same play a mercer is called Master Three - pile . 6 ...
... comes the wool to ? Aut . If the springe hold , the cock's mine . [ Aside . 5 i . e . rich velvet , so called . See Measure for Measure , p . 9 , note 3. In the fourth act of the same play a mercer is called Master Three - pile . 6 ...
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... comes from the Saxon hentan . 1i.e . the extravagance of his conduct in disguising himself in shepherd's clothes , while he pranked her up most goddesslike . 2 The gracious mark of the land is the object of all men's notice and ...
... comes from the Saxon hentan . 1i.e . the extravagance of his conduct in disguising himself in shepherd's clothes , while he pranked her up most goddesslike . 2 The gracious mark of the land is the object of all men's notice and ...
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... comes not Like to his father's greatness : his approach , So out of circumstance , and sudden , tells us , ' Tis not a visitation fram'd , but forc'd By need , and accident . What train ? Gent . And those but mean . Leon . But few , His ...
... comes not Like to his father's greatness : his approach , So out of circumstance , and sudden , tells us , ' Tis not a visitation fram'd , but forc'd By need , and accident . What train ? Gent . And those but mean . Leon . But few , His ...
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... comes a gentleman , that , happily , knows more : The news , Rogero ? 2 Gent . Nothing but bonfires : The oracle is ful- filled ; the king's daughter is found : such a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour , that ballad- makers ...
... comes a gentleman , that , happily , knows more : The news , Rogero ? 2 Gent . Nothing but bonfires : The oracle is ful- filled ; the king's daughter is found : such a deal of wonder is broken out within this hour , that ballad- makers ...
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... Comes it not something near ? Leon . Her natural posture ! Chide me , dear stone ; that I may say , indeed , Thou art Hermione : or , rather , thou art she , In thy not chiding ; for she was as tender As infancy and grace . - But yet ...
... Comes it not something near ? Leon . Her natural posture ! Chide me , dear stone ; that I may say , indeed , Thou art Hermione : or , rather , thou art she , In thy not chiding ; for she was as tender As infancy and grace . - But yet ...
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Antigonus Antipholus Arthur Autolycus Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia breath Camillo Comedy of Errors Const death deed dost doth Dromio Duke Duncan England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France give grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hecate Hermione Holinshed honour Hubert husband Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry IV King John Lady LADY MACBETH Leon Leontes look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Malone master means mistress murder night o'er old copy reads old play passage Paul Paulina peace Polixenes pray prince queen Rosse SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Shep Sicilia sleep soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Winter's Tale Witch word
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