The Plays of Shakespeare, Том 3G. Routledge & Company, 1860 |
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... gone . SEB . Sir , you may thank yourself for this great loss , That would not bless our Europe with your daughter , But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the grief ...
... gone . SEB . Sir , you may thank yourself for this great loss , That would not bless our Europe with your daughter , But rather lose her to an African ; Where she , at least , is banish'd from your eye , Who hath cause to wet the grief ...
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... gone by , Since I came to this isle : and in the morn I'll bring you to your ship , and so to Naples , Where I have hope to see the nuptial Of these our dear - belov'd solemnizèd ; And thence retire me to my Milan , where Every third ...
... gone by , Since I came to this isle : and in the morn I'll bring you to your ship , and so to Naples , Where I have hope to see the nuptial Of these our dear - belov'd solemnizèd ; And thence retire me to my Milan , where Every third ...
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... gone by . EDM . Spake you with him ? EDG . Ay , two hours together . EDM . Parted you in good terms ? Found you no displeasure in him , by word nor countenance ? EDG . None at all . have EDM . Bethink yourself wherein you may offended ...
... gone by . EDM . Spake you with him ? EDG . Ay , two hours together . EDM . Parted you in good terms ? Found you no displeasure in him , by word nor countenance ? EDG . None at all . have EDM . Bethink yourself wherein you may offended ...
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... gone ; And hasten your return .- [ Exit Osw . ] No , no , my lord , This milky gentleness and course of yours Though I condemn not , yet , under pardon , You are much more attask'd * for want of wisdom , Than prais'd for harmful ...
... gone ; And hasten your return .- [ Exit Osw . ] No , no , my lord , This milky gentleness and course of yours Though I condemn not , yet , under pardon , You are much more attask'd * for want of wisdom , Than prais'd for harmful ...
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... gone so far as to degrade this passage altogether from the text : Steevens and others conjecture it to be made up from fragments of Cordelia's letter . We agree with Malone that it forms no part of that letter , but are opposed to his ...
... gone so far as to degrade this passage altogether from the text : Steevens and others conjecture it to be made up from fragments of Cordelia's letter . We agree with Malone that it forms no part of that letter , but are opposed to his ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassius 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 give gods 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 Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus true ULYSS unto wife word Отн
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