Mr. William Shakespeare: Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloD. Leach, 1767 |
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... dear mercy , and thou fee'st it not . ROM . ' Tis torture , and not mercy : heaven is here , Where Juliet lives ... dear Juliet's hand , And steal immortal bleffing from her lips ; Who , even in pure and vestal modesty , 14 banished ...
... dear mercy , and thou fee'st it not . ROM . ' Tis torture , and not mercy : heaven is here , Where Juliet lives ... dear Juliet's hand , And steal immortal bleffing from her lips ; Who , even in pure and vestal modesty , 14 banished ...
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... dear Ophelia , I am ill at these numbers ; I have not art to reckon my groans : but that I love thee beft , o most best , believe it . Adieu . Thine evermore , most dear lady , whilft this machine is to him Hamlet . This , in obedience ...
... dear Ophelia , I am ill at these numbers ; I have not art to reckon my groans : but that I love thee beft , o most best , believe it . Adieu . Thine evermore , most dear lady , whilft this machine is to him Hamlet . This , in obedience ...
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... dear friends , my thanks are too dear at a halfpenny . Were you not fent 46 Hamlet .
... dear friends , my thanks are too dear at a halfpenny . Were you not fent 46 Hamlet .
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againſt anſwer art thou BENVOLIO Brabantio Caffio Capulet Cyprus dead dear death Desdemona doft thou doth Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair fame Farewel father feem fhall fhew fhould fings flain fleep fome foul fpeak fpeech fpirit friar Friar Lawrence ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword gentleman give Hamlet hath hear heart heaven himſelf honeft Horatio houſe Iago is't itſelf Juliet kill'd king lady Laertes lago look lord madam Mantua marry'd Mercutio miſtreſs moft Moor moſt Mountague muft murther muſt myſelf night Nurfe nurſe Ophelia Othello POLONIUS pray reft Roderigo Romeo Rosincrantz ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak ſtate ſweet tell thee There's thine thou art to-night Tybalt villain wife wilt yourſelf