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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... thine upon the register of death . No exorciser harm thee ! ] Shakspeare invariably uses the word exorciser to express a person who can raise spirits , not one who lays them . 7 thy grave ! ] For the obsequies of Fidele , a song was ...
... thine upon the register of death . No exorciser harm thee ! ] Shakspeare invariably uses the word exorciser to express a person who can raise spirits , not one who lays them . 7 thy grave ! ] For the obsequies of Fidele , a song was ...
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... thine own worth prefer thee : Go with me . Imo . I'll follow , sir . But first , an't please the gods , I'll hide my master from the flies , as deep As these poor pickaxes ' can dig : and when With wild wood - leaves and weeds I have ...
... thine own worth prefer thee : Go with me . Imo . I'll follow , sir . But first , an't please the gods , I'll hide my master from the flies , as deep As these poor pickaxes ' can dig : and when With wild wood - leaves and weeds I have ...
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... thine eyes : Some falls are means the happier to arise .. [ Exeunt . SCENE III . A Room in Cymbeline's Palace . Enter CYMBELINE , Lords , and PISANIO . Cym . Again ; and bring me word , how ' tis with her . A fever with the absence of ...
... thine eyes : Some falls are means the happier to arise .. [ Exeunt . SCENE III . A Room in Cymbeline's Palace . Enter CYMBELINE , Lords , and PISANIO . Cym . Again ; and bring me word , how ' tis with her . A fever with the absence of ...
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... thine own tongue thou art condemn'd , and must Endure our law : Thou art dead . Imo . I thought had been my lord . Cym . That headless man Bind the offender , Stay , sir king : And take him from our presence . Bel . This man is better ...
... thine own tongue thou art condemn'd , and must Endure our law : Thou art dead . Imo . I thought had been my lord . Cym . That headless man Bind the offender , Stay , sir king : And take him from our presence . Bel . This man is better ...
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... thine , Thy nobler brother Titus , and his sons , And her , to whom my thoughts are humbled all , Gracious Lavinia , Rome's rich ornament , That I will here dismiss my loving friends ; And to my fortunes , and the people's favour ...
... thine , Thy nobler brother Titus , and his sons , And her , to whom my thoughts are humbled all , Gracious Lavinia , Rome's rich ornament , That I will here dismiss my loving friends ; And to my fortunes , and the people's favour ...
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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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