The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Glossarial index. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorH. Baldwin, 1793 |
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... myself . You are a counsellor ; if you can command these ele- ments to filence , and work the peace of the pre- fent , we will not hand a rope more ; ufe your authority . If you cannot , give thanks you have liv'd fo long , and make ...
... myself . You are a counsellor ; if you can command these ele- ments to filence , and work the peace of the pre- fent , we will not hand a rope more ; ufe your authority . If you cannot , give thanks you have liv'd fo long , and make ...
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... myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , ne'er fince at ebb , beheld The king my father wreck'd . MIRA . Alack , for mercy ! FER . Yes , faith , and all his lords ; the duke of Milan , 3 And his brave fon , being twain . 3 PRO . The duke ...
... myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , ne'er fince at ebb , beheld The king my father wreck'd . MIRA . Alack , for mercy ! FER . Yes , faith , and all his lords ; the duke of Milan , 3 And his brave fon , being twain . 3 PRO . The duke ...
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... -thirds his own worth . " STEEVENS . Again , in the Merchant of Venice : 66 Yet , for you , " I would be trebled twenty times myself . " MALONE . VOL . III . F Hereditary floth inftructs me . ANT . O , If TEMPEST . 65.
... -thirds his own worth . " STEEVENS . Again , in the Merchant of Venice : 66 Yet , for you , " I would be trebled twenty times myself . " MALONE . VOL . III . F Hereditary floth inftructs me . ANT . O , If TEMPEST . 65.
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... myself could make A chough ' of as deep chat . O , that you bore The mind that I do ! what a fleep were this For your advancement ! Do you understand me ? SEB . Methinks , I do . ANT . And how does your content Tender your own good ...
... myself could make A chough ' of as deep chat . O , that you bore The mind that I do ! what a fleep were this For your advancement ! Do you understand me ? SEB . Methinks , I do . ANT . And how does your content Tender your own good ...
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... myself to the play before us , edit . 1623 : 66 My old bones akes . ” Again , ibid : 66 At this hour " Lies at my mercy all my enemies . " Again , ibid : Again : " His tears runs down his beard- . " " What cares these roarers for the ...
... myself to the play before us , edit . 1623 : 66 My old bones akes . ” Again , ibid : 66 At this hour " Lies at my mercy all my enemies . " Again , ibid : Again : " His tears runs down his beard- . " " What cares these roarers for the ...
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