The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Том 11Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... BOULT , their Servant . GoWER , as Chorus . The Daughter of Antiochus . DIONYZA , Wife to Cleon . THAISA , Daughter to Simonides . MARINA , Daughter to Pericles and Thaisa . LYCHORIDA , Nurse to Marina . DIANA . Lords , Ladies , Knights ...
... BOULT , their Servant . GoWER , as Chorus . The Daughter of Antiochus . DIONYZA , Wife to Cleon . THAISA , Daughter to Simonides . MARINA , Daughter to Pericles and Thaisa . LYCHORIDA , Nurse to Marina . DIANA . Lords , Ladies , Knights ...
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... Boult . Boult . Sir . Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mitylene is full of gallants . We lost too much money this mart , by be- ing too wenchless . Bawd . We were never so much out of creatures . We have but poor three , and they can ...
... Boult . Boult . Sir . Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mitylene is full of gallants . We lost too much money this mart , by be- ing too wenchless . Bawd . We were never so much out of creatures . We have but poor three , and they can ...
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... Boult . Enter the Pirates , and BOULT , dragging in MARINA . Boult . Come your ways . [ To MAR . ] - My masters , you say she's a virgin ? 1 Pirate . O , sir , we doubt it not . Boult . Master , I have gone thorough for this piece , if ...
... Boult . Enter the Pirates , and BOULT , dragging in MARINA . Boult . Come your ways . [ To MAR . ] - My masters , you say she's a virgin ? 1 Pirate . O , sir , we doubt it not . Boult . Master , I have gone thorough for this piece , if ...
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... Boult . Performance shall follow . [ Exit BOULT . Mar. Alack , that Leonine was so slack , so slow ! ( He should have struck , not spoke ; ) or that these pi- rates , ( Not enough barbarous , ) had not overboard Thrown me , to seek my ...
... Boult . Performance shall follow . [ Exit BOULT . Mar. Alack , that Leonine was so slack , so slow ! ( He should have struck , not spoke ; ) or that these pi- rates , ( Not enough barbarous , ) had not overboard Thrown me , to seek my ...
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... Boult's returned . Enter BOULT . Now , sir , hast thou cried her through the market ? Boult . I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs ; I have drawn her picture with my voice . Bawd . And I pr'ythee tell me , how dost thou ...
... Boult's returned . Enter BOULT . Now , sir , hast thou cried her through the market ? Boult . I have cried her almost to the number of her hairs ; I have drawn her picture with my voice . Bawd . And I pr'ythee tell me , how dost thou ...
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Alcib Alcibiades Antiochus Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius Bawd bear beseech blood Boult Caius Marcius Caph CLEON Cominius consul CORIOLANUS Corioli daughter Dionyza do't dost doth ears enemy Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fear Fish Flav fool fortune friends Gent give gods gold hate hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honest honour i'the king knight lady Lart look lord Timon lordship Lucullus Lychorida LYSIMACHUS Marina master MENENIUS Mitylene mother ne'er never noble o'the Pain patricians peace Pentapolis Pericles PHRYNIA Poet pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre Re-enter Roman Rome SCENE III.-The Senators Serv Servant SICINIUS Simonides speak sword tell Thai Thaisa thank Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thyself TITUS LARTIUS tongue tribunes Tyre unto VIRGILIA voices Volces VOLUMNIA What's worthy would'st
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