The Works of Shakespeare, Том 6J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... tears fret chanels in her cheeks : ( 5 ) Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel , How sharper than a ferpent's tooth it is , To have a thankless child . - Go , go , my people . Alb . Now ...
... tears fret chanels in her cheeks : ( 5 ) Turn all her mother's pains and benefits To laughter and contempt ; that she may feel , How sharper than a ferpent's tooth it is , To have a thankless child . - Go , go , my people . Alb . Now ...
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... tears his white hair ; ( Which the impetuous blafts with eyelefs rage Catch in their fury , and make nothing of ) . Strives in his little World of Man t ' outfcorn The to - and - fro - conflicting Wind and Rain . This night , wherein ...
... tears his white hair ; ( Which the impetuous blafts with eyelefs rage Catch in their fury , and make nothing of ) . Strives in his little World of Man t ' outfcorn The to - and - fro - conflicting Wind and Rain . This night , wherein ...
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... tear this hand For lifting food to't ? No , I will weep no more To fhut me out ? In fuch a night as this ? O Regan , Gonerill , Your old kind father , whofe frank heart gave all O , that way madness lies ; let me fhun that No more of ...
... tear this hand For lifting food to't ? No , I will weep no more To fhut me out ? In fuch a night as this ? O Regan , Gonerill , Your old kind father , whofe frank heart gave all O , that way madness lies ; let me fhun that No more of ...
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... tears begin to take his part so much , They mar my counterfeiting . Lear . The little dogs and all , [ Afide . Tray , Blanch , and Sweet - heart , fee , they bark at me → Edg . Tom will throw his head at them ; avaunt , you curs ! Be ...
... tears begin to take his part so much , They mar my counterfeiting . Lear . The little dogs and all , [ Afide . Tray , Blanch , and Sweet - heart , fee , they bark at me → Edg . Tom will throw his head at them ; avaunt , you curs ! Be ...
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... tear Thy flesh and bones , Howe'er thou art a fiend , A woman's fhape doth fhield thee . Gon . Marry , your manhood now ! Enter Meffenger . Mef . Oh , my good lord , the Duke of Cornwall's dead : Slain by his fervant , going to put out ...
... tear Thy flesh and bones , Howe'er thou art a fiend , A woman's fhape doth fhield thee . Gon . Marry , your manhood now ! Enter Meffenger . Mef . Oh , my good lord , the Duke of Cornwall's dead : Slain by his fervant , going to put out ...
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