The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Том 7Phillips, Sampson, 1851 |
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... night ; By all the operations of the orbs , From whom we do exist , and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care , Propinquity and property of blood , And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee , from this , forever . The ...
... night ; By all the operations of the orbs , From whom we do exist , and cease to be ; Here I disclaim all my paternal care , Propinquity and property of blood , And as a stranger to my heart and me Hold thee , from this , forever . The ...
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... night gone by . Edm . Spake you with him ? Edg . Ay , two hours together . Edm . Parted you in good terms ? Found you no displeasure in him , by word or countenance ? Edg . None at all . Edm . Bethink yourself , wherein you may have of ...
... night gone by . Edm . Spake you with him ? Edg . Ay , two hours together . Edm . Parted you in good terms ? Found you no displeasure in him , by word or countenance ? Edg . None at all . Edm . Bethink yourself , wherein you may have of ...
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... night he wrongs me ; every hour He flashes into one gross crime or other , That sets us all at odds . I'll not endure it ; His knights grow riotous , and himself upbraids us trifle . When he returns from hunting , I will not speak with ...
... night he wrongs me ; every hour He flashes into one gross crime or other , That sets us all at odds . I'll not endure it ; His knights grow riotous , and himself upbraids us trifle . When he returns from hunting , I will not speak with ...
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... night Have you not spoken ' gainst the duke of Cornwa He's coming hither ; now , i'the night , i ' the haste , And Regan with him . Have you nothing said Upon his party ' gainst the duke of Albany ? 4 Advise 5 yourself . Edg . I am sure ...
... night Have you not spoken ' gainst the duke of Cornwa He's coming hither ; now , i'the night , i ' the haste , And Regan with him . Have you nothing said Upon his party ' gainst the duke of Albany ? 4 Advise 5 yourself . Edg . I am sure ...
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... 2 " And found - Despatch . - The noble duke , " & c . The sense is in- terrupted . He shall be caught - and found , he shall be punished . De- spatch . My worthy arch and patron , comes to - night SC . I. ] 43 KING LEAR .
... 2 " And found - Despatch . - The noble duke , " & c . The sense is in- terrupted . He shall be caught - and found , he shall be punished . De- spatch . My worthy arch and patron , comes to - night SC . I. ] 43 KING LEAR .
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art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Child Rowland Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth duke Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear folio reads fool Fortinbras friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart Heaven Horatio Iago is't Juliet Kent king King Lear knave lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord madam Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio murder night noble Nurse o'er old copies Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray quarto reads Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Verona villain wife word
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