The Dramatic Works: Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph Rann, ...at the Clarendon Press, M DCC LXXXVI. To be had of Mess. Rivington, London; Mess. Prince and Cooke and C. Selwin Rann, Oxford; and of Mess. Pearson and Rollason, Birmingham, 1789 |
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... ftill cries , Excellent ! ' Tis Neftor right ! Now play him me , Patroclus , Arming to answer in a night alarm . And then , forfooth , the faint defects of age Must be the scene of mirth ; to cough , and fpit , And with a palfy ...
... ftill cries , Excellent ! ' Tis Neftor right ! Now play him me , Patroclus , Arming to answer in a night alarm . And then , forfooth , the faint defects of age Must be the scene of mirth ; to cough , and fpit , And with a palfy ...
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... ftill and mental parts , - That do contrive how many hands shall strike , When fitness calls them on ; and know , by measure Of their obfervant toil , the enemies ' weight , - Why , this hath not a finger's dignity ; They call this ...
... ftill and mental parts , - That do contrive how many hands shall strike , When fitness calls them on ; and know , by measure Of their obfervant toil , the enemies ' weight , - Why , this hath not a finger's dignity ; They call this ...
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... ftill , That we have better men . But , hit or miss , Our project's life this fhape of fenfe affumes , - Ajax , employ'd , plucks down Achilles ' plumes . Neft . Ulyffes , Now I begin to relish thy advice ; And I will give a taste of it ...
... ftill , That we have better men . But , hit or miss , Our project's life this fhape of fenfe affumes , - Ajax , employ'd , plucks down Achilles ' plumes . Neft . Ulyffes , Now I begin to relish thy advice ; And I will give a taste of it ...
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... ftill , but these the gall ; So to be valiant , is no praise at all . Par . Sir , I propose not merely to myself The pleasures such a beauty brings with it ; But I would have the foil of her fair rape Wip'd off , in honourable keeping ...
... ftill , but these the gall ; So to be valiant , is no praise at all . Par . Sir , I propose not merely to myself The pleasures such a beauty brings with it ; But I would have the foil of her fair rape Wip'd off , in honourable keeping ...
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... ftill ; For ' tis a caufe that hath no mean dependance Upon our joint and feveral dignities . Troi . Why , there you touch'd the life of our design : Were it not glory that we more affected " gloz'd , ] - commented . W a free ...
... ftill ; For ' tis a caufe that hath no mean dependance Upon our joint and feveral dignities . Troi . Why , there you touch'd the life of our design : Were it not glory that we more affected " gloz'd , ] - commented . W a free ...
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Сторінка 558 - Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'Tis insensible, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of • it. Honour is a mere scutcheon : and so ends my catechism.
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