The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, 8 tomasF.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... nature , dumb ; 3 outwent her , Motion and breath left out . Post : This is a thing , Which you might from relation ... nature , dumb ; ] The meaning is this : The sculptor was as nature , but as nature dumb ; he gave every thing that ...
... nature , dumb ; 3 outwent her , Motion and breath left out . Post : This is a thing , Which you might from relation ... nature , dumb ; ] The meaning is this : The sculptor was as nature , but as nature dumb ; he gave every thing that ...
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... natural bravery of your isle ; which stands As Neptune's park , ribbed and paled in 8 thine uncle , ] Cassibelan was great uncle to Cymbeline , who was son to Tenantius , the nephew of Cassibelan . With rocks unscaleable , and roaring ...
... natural bravery of your isle ; which stands As Neptune's park , ribbed and paled in 8 thine uncle , ] Cassibelan was great uncle to Cymbeline , who was son to Tenantius , the nephew of Cassibelan . With rocks unscaleable , and roaring ...
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... nature ! These boys know little , they are sons to the king ; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive . They think , they are mine : and , though train'd up thus meanly I'the cave , wherein they bow , their thoughts do hit The roofs of ...
... nature ! These boys know little , they are sons to the king ; Nor Cymbeline dreams that they are alive . They think , they are mine : and , though train'd up thus meanly I'the cave , wherein they bow , their thoughts do hit The roofs of ...
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... natural father . The game is up . SCENE IV . Near Milford - Haven . Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN . [ Exit . Imo . Thou told'st me , when we came from horse , the place Was near at hand : -Ne'er long'd my mother so To see me first , as I ...
... natural father . The game is up . SCENE IV . Near Milford - Haven . Enter PISANIO and IMOGEN . [ Exit . Imo . Thou told'st me , when we came from horse , the place Was near at hand : -Ne'er long'd my mother so To see me first , as I ...
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... nature , To break it with a fearful dream of him , And cry myself awake ? that's false to his bed ? Is it ? Pis . Alas , good lady ! Imo . I false ? Thy conscience witness : -Iachimo , Thou didst accuse him of incontinency ; 8 Thou ...
... nature , To break it with a fearful dream of him , And cry myself awake ? that's false to his bed ? Is it ? Pis . Alas , good lady ! Imo . I false ? Thy conscience witness : -Iachimo , Thou didst accuse him of incontinency ; 8 Thou ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd BELARIUS better blood Boult brother call'd CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king KING LEAR lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master means mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare sorrow speak STEEVENS Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Tyre villain word
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