The works of William Shakespeare, the text formed from an entirely new collation of the old editions, with notes [&c.] by J.P. Collier. [With] Notes and emendations to the text of Shakespeare's plays, 7 tomas |
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... head . Cas . Chastisement ! Bru . Remember March , the ides of March remember . Did not great Julius bleed for justice ' sake ? What villain touch'd his body , that did stab , And not for justice ? What ! shall one of us , That struck ...
... head . Cas . Chastisement ! Bru . Remember March , the ides of March remember . Did not great Julius bleed for justice ' sake ? What villain touch'd his body , that did stab , And not for justice ? What ! shall one of us , That struck ...
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... heads , and downward look on us , As we were sickly prey : their shadows seem A canopy most fatal , under which Our army lies ready to give up the ghost . Mes . Believe not so . I but believe it partly , Cas . For I am fresh of spirit ...
... heads , and downward look on us , As we were sickly prey : their shadows seem A canopy most fatal , under which Our army lies ready to give up the ghost . Mes . Believe not so . I but believe it partly , Cas . For I am fresh of spirit ...
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... heads . Cato . What bastard doth not ? Who will Who will go with me ? I will proclaim my name about the field.- I am the son of Marcus Cato , ho ! A foe to tyrants , and my country's friend ; I am the son of Marcus Cato , ho ! [ Charges ...
... heads . Cato . What bastard doth not ? Who will Who will go with me ? I will proclaim my name about the field.- I am the son of Marcus Cato , ho ! A foe to tyrants , and my country's friend ; I am the son of Marcus Cato , ho ! [ Charges ...
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... head upon our battlements . Dun . O , valiant cousin ! worthy gentleman ! Sold . As whence the sun ' gins his reflexion Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break " , So from that spring , whence comfort seem'd to come , Discomfort ...
... head upon our battlements . Dun . O , valiant cousin ! worthy gentleman ! Sold . As whence the sun ' gins his reflexion Shipwrecking storms and direful thunders break " , So from that spring , whence comfort seem'd to come , Discomfort ...
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... head , the fountain of your blood Is stopp'd ; the very source of it is stopp'd . Macd . Your royal father's murder'd . Mal . O ! by whom ? Len . Those of his chamber , as it seem'd , had done't . Their hands and faces were all badg'd ...
... head , the fountain of your blood Is stopp'd ; the very source of it is stopp'd . Macd . Your royal father's murder'd . Mal . O ! by whom ? Len . Those of his chamber , as it seem'd , had done't . Their hands and faces were all badg'd ...
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