The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With Explanatory Notes. To which is Added a Copious Index to the Remarkable Passages and Words, Том 2 |
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Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears That gold must round engirt these brows
of mine ; to death , Whose smile and frown , like to Achilles ' spear , 130 And
manacle the bear - ward in their chains , Is able with the change to kill and cure .
Are these thy bears ? we'll bait thy bears That gold must round engirt these brows
of mine ; to death , Whose smile and frown , like to Achilles ' spear , 130 And
manacle the bear - ward in their chains , Is able with the change to kill and cure .
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I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm , [ Fight , and Clifford fulls . Than any thou
can'st conjure up to - day : Clif . La fin couronne les xurres . ( Dies . And that I'll
write upon thy burgonet ' , York , Thus war hath given thee peace , for thou Might I
...
I am resolv'd to bear a greater storm , [ Fight , and Clifford fulls . Than any thou
can'st conjure up to - day : Clif . La fin couronne les xurres . ( Dies . And that I'll
write upon thy burgonet ' , York , Thus war hath given thee peace , for thou Might I
...
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But if these , 5 Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods , As I am sure they do ,
bear fire enough Not hew him as a carcase fit for ... Yet I fear him : That welcome
wrongs ; unto bad causes , swear For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar ,
Such ...
But if these , 5 Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods , As I am sure they do ,
bear fire enough Not hew him as a carcase fit for ... Yet I fear him : That welcome
wrongs ; unto bad causes , swear For in the ingrafted love he bears to Cæsar ,
Such ...
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That carries anger , as the flint bears fire , Cas . O ye immortal gods ! Who , much
entorced , shows a hasty spark , Enter ... Have not you love enough to bear with
me , Messala.When that rash humour , which iny mother gave Now sit we close ...
That carries anger , as the flint bears fire , Cas . O ye immortal gods ! Who , much
entorced , shows a hasty spark , Enter ... Have not you love enough to bear with
me , Messala.When that rash humour , which iny mother gave Now sit we close ...
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Pompey : 20 Cup us , ' till the world goes round ; Ant . Bear him ashore . I'll
pledge it for hiin , Cup us , ' till ... He bears Is weaker than the wine ; and mine
own tongue The third part of the world , man ; See'st not ? Splits what it speaks :
the wild ...
Pompey : 20 Cup us , ' till the world goes round ; Ant . Bear him ashore . I'll
pledge it for hiin , Cup us , ' till ... He bears Is weaker than the wine ; and mine
own tongue The third part of the world , man ; See'st not ? Splits what it speaks :
the wild ...
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