The Works of Shakespeare, Том 6J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... comes too fhort : that I profefs My felf an enemy to all other joys , Which the most precious fquare of fenfe poffeffes ; And find , I am alone felicitate In your dear Highnefs ' love . " Cor . Then poor Cordelia ! And yet not fo ...
... comes too fhort : that I profefs My felf an enemy to all other joys , Which the most precious fquare of fenfe poffeffes ; And find , I am alone felicitate In your dear Highnefs ' love . " Cor . Then poor Cordelia ! And yet not fo ...
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... comes under the pre- diction , there's fon against father ; the King falls from biafs of nature , there's father against child . We have feen the best of our time . Machinations , hollowness , treachery , and all ruinous diforders ...
... comes under the pre- diction , there's fon against father ; the King falls from biafs of nature , there's father against child . We have feen the best of our time . Machinations , hollowness , treachery , and all ruinous diforders ...
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... comes , like the Catastrophe of the old comedy ; my cue is villainous Melancholy , with a figh like Tom o Bedlam O , thefe eclipfes portend thefe divifions ! fa , fol , la , me- Edg . How now , brother Edmund , what ferious con ...
... comes , like the Catastrophe of the old comedy ; my cue is villainous Melancholy , with a figh like Tom o Bedlam O , thefe eclipfes portend thefe divifions ! fa , fol , la , me- Edg . How now , brother Edmund , what ferious con ...
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... comes to : he will not believe a fool . Lear . A bitter fool ! [ To Kent . Fool . Doft thou know the difference , my boy , between a bitter fool and a sweet one ? Lear . No , lad , teach me . Fool . That Lord , that counsel'd thee to ...
... comes to : he will not believe a fool . Lear . A bitter fool ! [ To Kent . Fool . Doft thou know the difference , my boy , between a bitter fool and a sweet one ? Lear . No , lad , teach me . Fool . That Lord , that counsel'd thee to ...
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... comes one o ' th ' parings . To them , Enter Gonerill . Lear . How now , daughter , what makes that frontlet on ? you are too much of late i'th ' frown . Fool . Thou wait a pretty fellow , when thou hadft no need to care for her ...
... comes one o ' th ' parings . To them , Enter Gonerill . Lear . How now , daughter , what makes that frontlet on ? you are too much of late i'th ' frown . Fool . Thou wait a pretty fellow , when thou hadft no need to care for her ...
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