The Stratford Shakspere: Macbeth. Coriolanus. Julius Caesar. Antony & Cleopatra. Cymbeline. Troilus & CressidaC:Griffin & Company, 1867 |
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... sense is shut . DOCT . What is it she does now ? Look how she rubs her hands . GENT . It is an accustomed action with her , to seem thus washing her hands . I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour . LADY M. Yet here's a ...
... sense is shut . DOCT . What is it she does now ? Look how she rubs her hands . GENT . It is an accustomed action with her , to seem thus washing her hands . I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour . LADY M. Yet here's a ...
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... sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear , And break it to our hope . - I ' ll not fight with thee , MACD . Then yield thee , coward , And live to be the show and gaze o ' the time . We'll have thee , as our rarer monsters are ...
... sense ; That keep the word of promise to our ear , And break it to our hope . - I ' ll not fight with thee , MACD . Then yield thee , coward , And live to be the show and gaze o ' the time . We'll have thee , as our rarer monsters are ...
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... sense of overpower . DUDGEON . Act II . , Sc . 1 . " And on thy blade , and dudgeon , gouts of blood . " A dudgeon - dagger was a short dagger , having a dudgeon handle , supposed to be a plate to defend the hand . EYLD . Act I. , Sc ...
... sense of overpower . DUDGEON . Act II . , Sc . 1 . " And on thy blade , and dudgeon , gouts of blood . " A dudgeon - dagger was a short dagger , having a dudgeon handle , supposed to be a plate to defend the hand . EYLD . Act I. , Sc ...
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... sense of supernatural . MORTIFIED . Act V. , Sc . 2 . " Excite the mortified man . " A mortified man is probably a hermit or ascetic . NOISE . Act IV . , Sc . 1 . " What noise is this ? " Noise is the music of the hautboys . See ' Henry ...
... sense of supernatural . MORTIFIED . Act V. , Sc . 2 . " Excite the mortified man . " A mortified man is probably a hermit or ascetic . NOISE . Act IV . , Sc . 1 . " What noise is this ? " Noise is the music of the hautboys . See ' Henry ...
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... sense , then straight his doubled spirit Re - quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate , And to the battle came he ; where he did Run reeking o'er the lives of men , as if ' T were a perpetual spoil : and , till we call'd Both field and ...
... sense , then straight his doubled spirit Re - quicken'd what in flesh was fatigate , And to the battle came he ; where he did Run reeking o'er the lives of men , as if ' T were a perpetual spoil : and , till we call'd Both field and ...
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Achilles AGAM Agamemnon AJAX Appears Aufidius Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar call'd CASCA Cassius CHAR Charmian CLEO Cleopatra Cominius Coriolanus CRES Cressida Cymbeline dead death deed Diomed doth ENOBARBUS Enter EROS Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell fear fight fool friends give gods GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven HECT Hector Henry Holinshed honour IACH Imogen Julius Cæsar king lady Lepidus look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony MESS night noble Octavia Pandarus Patroclus peace Pisanio poet Pompey Posthumus pray prince Prithee queen Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE Shakspere Shakspere's sleep soldier speak stand sweet sword tell thee THER there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius Troilus Troy ULYSS unto Volces What's WITCH word worthy ΜΕΝ
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