The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems, Том 3 |
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... Sword , pike , knife , gun , or need of any engine , Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth , Of it own kind , all foizon , all abundance , To feed my innocent people . ( 1 ) SEB . No marrying ' mong his subjects ? ANT . None ...
... Sword , pike , knife , gun , or need of any engine , Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth , Of it own kind , all foizon , all abundance , To feed my innocent people . ( 1 ) SEB . No marrying ' mong his subjects ? ANT . None ...
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... sword ; one Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; And I the king shall love thee . ANT . Draw together ; And when I rear my hand , do you the like , To fall it on Gonzalo . SEB . O , but one word . [ They converse apart ...
... sword ; one Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; And I the king shall love thee . ANT . Draw together ; And when I rear my hand , do you the like , To fall it on Gonzalo . SEB . O , but one word . [ They converse apart ...
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... swords . ] You fools ! I and my fellows Are ministers of Fate : the elements , Of whom your swords are temper'd , may as well Wound the loud winds , or with bemock'd - at stabs Kill the still - closing waters , as diminish One dowle ...
... swords . ] You fools ! I and my fellows Are ministers of Fate : the elements , Of whom your swords are temper'd , may as well Wound the loud winds , or with bemock'd - at stabs Kill the still - closing waters , as diminish One dowle ...
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... sword at Linne , with the cup the Fraternity drinke in ; The Tombe of Beauchampe , and sword of Sir Guy a Warwicke ; The great long Dutchman , and roaring Marget a Barwicke , The Mummied Princes , and Cæsars wine yet i ' Dover , Saint ...
... sword at Linne , with the cup the Fraternity drinke in ; The Tombe of Beauchampe , and sword of Sir Guy a Warwicke ; The great long Dutchman , and roaring Marget a Barwicke , The Mummied Princes , and Cæsars wine yet i ' Dover , Saint ...
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... sword . ALB . CORN . Dear sir , forbear . " KENT . Kill thy physician , and the ¶ fee bestow Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift ; Or , whilst I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee thou dost evil . LEAR . Hear me ...
... sword . ALB . CORN . Dear sir , forbear . " KENT . Kill thy physician , and the ¶ fee bestow Upon the foul disease . Revoke thy gift ; Or , whilst I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee thou dost evil . LEAR . Hear me ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassio CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune friends give gods grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady Laertes LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame sorrow soul speak stand Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus true ULYSS unto wife word Отн
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