The plays and poems of Shakespeare, according to the improved text of E. Malone, with notes and illustr., ed. by A.J. Valpy, Том 13 |
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... hand on the French king , who despatches a large army under the conduct of his wife fo . the relief of Lear , whose intellects become partially re- stored by the tender assiduities of his affectionate daughter . A general engagement ...
... hand on the French king , who despatches a large army under the conduct of his wife fo . the relief of Lear , whose intellects become partially re- stored by the tender assiduities of his affectionate daughter . A general engagement ...
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... hand must take my plight , shall carry Half my love with him , half my care , and duty . Sure , I shall never marry like my sisters , To love my father all . Lear . But goes this with thy heart ? Cor . Ay , good my lord . Lear . So ...
... hand must take my plight , shall carry Half my love with him , half my care , and duty . Sure , I shall never marry like my sisters , To love my father all . Lear . But goes this with thy heart ? Cor . Ay , good my lord . Lear . So ...
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... hand on his sword . O , vassal ! miscreant ! Alb . Corn . Dear sir , forbear . Kent . Do ; Kill thy physician , and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift ; Or , whilst I can vent clamor from my throat , I'll tell thee ...
... hand on his sword . O , vassal ! miscreant ! Alb . Corn . Dear sir , forbear . Kent . Do ; Kill thy physician , and the fee bestow Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift ; Or , whilst I can vent clamor from my throat , I'll tell thee ...
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... hand , Duchess of Burgundy . Lear . Nothing : I have sworn ; I am firm . Bur . I am sorry then , you have so lost a father , That you must lose a husband . Cor . Peace be with Burgundy ! Since that respects of fortune are his love , I ...
... hand , Duchess of Burgundy . Lear . Nothing : I have sworn ; I am firm . Bur . I am sorry then , you have so lost a father , That you must lose a husband . Cor . Peace be with Burgundy ! Since that respects of fortune are his love , I ...
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... hand to write this ? a heart and brain to breed it in ? When came this to you ? Who brought it ? Edm . It was not brought me , my lord ; there's the cunning of it : I found it thrown in at the case- ment of my closet . Glos . You know ...
... hand to write this ? a heart and brain to breed it in ? When came this to you ? Who brought it ? Edm . It was not brought me , my lord ; there's the cunning of it : I found it thrown in at the case- ment of my closet . Glos . You know ...
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Alack art thou banished BENVOLIO blood Burgundy canst Cordelia Corn Cornwall daughter dead dear death dost thou doth duke duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fellow Fool France FRIAR LAURENCE gentleman give Glos Gloster gone Goneril grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven hence hither Juliet Kent king KING LEAR knave LADY CAPULET Lear letter live look lord madam Mantua married master Mercutio Montague night noble nuncle Nurse o'er Paris poor Pr'ythee pray prince Regan ROMEO AND JULIET Samp SCENE Servants SHAK sirrah sister slain sleep speak stand stay Stew sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt thou wilt to-night Tybalt Verona vex'd villain weep word
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