Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King LearJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... dear for my offences . Post . [ Aside . [ Exit . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow : Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such ...
... dear for my offences . Post . [ Aside . [ Exit . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The loathness to depart would grow : Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , Such ...
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... Dear lady daughter , peace ; -Sweet sovereign , Leave us to ourselves ; and make yourself some comfort Out of your best advice . ' Cym . Nay , let her languish A drop of blood a day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ! [ Exit ...
... Dear lady daughter , peace ; -Sweet sovereign , Leave us to ourselves ; and make yourself some comfort Out of your best advice . ' Cym . Nay , let her languish A drop of blood a day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ! [ Exit ...
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... dear as my finger ; ' tis part of it . Iach , You are a friend , and therein the wiser . If you buy ladies ' flesh at a million a dram , you cannot preserve it from tainting : But , I see , you have some religion in you , that you fear ...
... dear as my finger ; ' tis part of it . Iach , You are a friend , and therein the wiser . If you buy ladies ' flesh at a million a dram , you cannot preserve it from tainting : But , I see , you have some religion in you , that you fear ...
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... dear sir , Iach . Thanks , madam ; well : - ' Beseech you , dir " desire [ To PISANI My man's abode where I did leave him : he Is strange and peevish.2 Pis . To give him welcome . seech you ? I was going , sir , [ Exit PISANIO . Imo ...
... dear sir , Iach . Thanks , madam ; well : - ' Beseech you , dir " desire [ To PISANI My man's abode where I did leave him : he Is strange and peevish.2 Pis . To give him welcome . seech you ? I was going , sir , [ Exit PISANIO . Imo ...
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... dear husband , than that horrid act Of the divorce he'd make ! The heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear honour ; keep unshak'd That temple , thy fair mind ; that thou may'st stand , To enjoy thy banish'd lord , and this great land ...
... dear husband , than that horrid act Of the divorce he'd make ! The heavens hold firm The walls of thy dear honour ; keep unshak'd That temple , thy fair mind ; that thou may'st stand , To enjoy thy banish'd lord , and this great land ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool friends Gent gentleman give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king KING LEAR lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master means mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poor Post Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE queen Regan Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Shakspeare sorrow speak STEEVENS Stew sweet Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus Titus Andronicus Tyre villain word
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