The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: To which are Added His Miscellaneous Poems ...J. Walker, 1821 |
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... heart , Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast , reneges * all temper ; And is become the bellows , and the fan , To cool a gipsy's lust . Look where they come ! Flourish . - Enter ANTONY and ...
... heart , Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast , reneges * all temper ; And is become the bellows , and the fan , To cool a gipsy's lust . Look where they come ! Flourish . - Enter ANTONY and ...
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... heart Remains in use with you . Our Italy Shines o'er with civil swords : Sextus Pompeias Makes his approaches to ... hearts of such as have not thrived Upon the present state , whose numbers threaten ; And quietness , grown sick of rest ...
... heart Remains in use with you . Our Italy Shines o'er with civil swords : Sextus Pompeias Makes his approaches to ... hearts of such as have not thrived Upon the present state , whose numbers threaten ; And quietness , grown sick of rest ...
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... heart As Cleopatra this . But , Sir , forgive me ; Since my becomings kill me , when they do not Eye well to you : your honour calls you hence ; Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly , And all the gods go with you ! Upon your sword Sit ...
... heart As Cleopatra this . But , Sir , forgive me ; Since my becomings kill me , when they do not Eye well to you : your honour calls you hence ; Therefore be deaf to my unpitied folly , And all the gods go with you ! Upon your sword Sit ...
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... hearts With an unslipping knot , take Antony Octavia to his wife : whose beauty claims No worse a husband than the best of men : Whose virtue , and whose general graces ... heart of brothers govern in our loves , And Scene I. 23 CLEOPATRA .
... hearts With an unslipping knot , take Antony Octavia to his wife : whose beauty claims No worse a husband than the best of men : Whose virtue , and whose general graces ... heart of brothers govern in our loves , And Scene I. 23 CLEOPATRA .
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... heart of Cæsar , worthy Mecenas ! -My honourable friend , Agrippa ! - Agr . Good Enobarbus ! Mec . We have canse to be glad , that matters are so well digested . You staid well by it in Egypt . Eno . Ay , Sir ; we did sleep day out of ...
... heart of Cæsar , worthy Mecenas ! -My honourable friend , Agrippa ! - Agr . Good Enobarbus ! Mec . We have canse to be glad , that matters are so well digested . You staid well by it in Egypt . Eno . Ay , Sir ; we did sleep day out of ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus Brabantio Cæsar Cassio Char Charmian Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cordelia Cymbeline Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona do't dost thou doth duke Emil ENOBARBUS Enter Eros Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear fellow Flav fool fortune friends Gent give Gloster gods grace GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Iach Iago Imogen is't Julius Cæsar Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord madam Mark Antony matter Mess Michael Cassio mistress ne'er never night noble on't Othello Pisanio poison'd Polonius Pompey poor Posthumus pr'ythee pray Queen Roderigo SCENE Serv servant shew soldier soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon to-night villain What's
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