Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, Том 5Whittaker, 1858 |
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... Serv . Madam , the guests are come , supper served up , you called , my young lady asked for , the nurse cursed in the pantry , and every thing in extremity . I must hence to wait ; I beseech you , follow straight . La . Cap . We follow ...
... Serv . Madam , the guests are come , supper served up , you called , my young lady asked for , the nurse cursed in the pantry , and every thing in extremity . I must hence to wait ; I beseech you , follow straight . La . Cap . We follow ...
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... Serv . Where's Potpan , that he helps not to take away ? he shift a trencher ! he scrape a trencher ! 2 Serv . When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands , and they unwashed too , ' tis a foul thing . 1 Serv . Away with ...
... Serv . Where's Potpan , that he helps not to take away ? he shift a trencher ! he scrape a trencher ! 2 Serv . When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands , and they unwashed too , ' tis a foul thing . 1 Serv . Away with ...
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... Serv . I know not , sir . Rom . Oh ! she doth teach the torches to burn bright . Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night ' 2 How long is't now , since last yourself and I Were in a mask ? ] So all the 4tos . and folios , excepting the ...
... Serv . I know not , sir . Rom . Oh ! she doth teach the torches to burn bright . Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night ' 2 How long is't now , since last yourself and I Were in a mask ? ] So all the 4tos . and folios , excepting the ...
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... Serv . You shall have none ill , sir ; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers . Cap . How canst thou try them so ? 2 Serv . Marry , sir , ' tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own . fingers therefore , he that cannot lick his ...
... Serv . You shall have none ill , sir ; for I'll try if they can lick their fingers . Cap . How canst thou try them so ? 2 Serv . Marry , sir , ' tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own . fingers therefore , he that cannot lick his ...
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... Serv . Things for the cook , sir ; but I know not what . Cap . Make haste , make haste . [ Exit 1 Serv . ] — Sirrah , fetch drier logs : Call Peter , he will show thee where they are . 2 Serv . I have a head , sir , that will find out ...
... Serv . Things for the cook , sir ; but I know not what . Cap . Make haste , make haste . [ Exit 1 Serv . ] — Sirrah , fetch drier logs : Call Peter , he will show thee where they are . 2 Serv . I have a head , sir , that will find out ...
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4tos Alcibiades Andronicus Antony Apem Apemantus Banquo better blood Brutus Cæsar CAPULET Casca Cassius corr dead dear death dost doth Dyce edition emendation Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear follow fool friends give Gloster Goths Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven honour Juliet Julius Cæsar Kent King King Lear Lady Laer Laertes Lavinia Lear look lord Love's Labour's Lost Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd madam Malone Mark Antony means misprinted murder night noble Nurse old annotator old copies omitted play poet POLONIUS pray printed Queen Rome Romeo Romeo and Juliet SCENE Servant Shakespeare speak speech stage-direction stand Steevens sweet sword Tamora tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast Timon Timon of Athens Titus Titus Andronicus Tybalt villain word
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