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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... blood from my cheeks , Musings into my mind , a thousand doubts How I might stop this tempest , ere it came ; And finding little comfort to relieve them , I thought it princely charity to grieve them . , Hel . Well , my lord , since you ...
... blood from my cheeks , Musings into my mind , a thousand doubts How I might stop this tempest , ere it came ; And finding little comfort to relieve them , I thought it princely charity to grieve them . , Hel . Well , my lord , since you ...
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... blood unto your life . Per . I thank both him and you , and pledge him freely . Thai . And further he desires to know of you , Of whence you are , your name , and parentage . Per . A gentleman of Tyre- ( my name , Pericles ; My ...
... blood unto your life . Per . I thank both him and you , and pledge him freely . Thai . And further he desires to know of you , Of whence you are , your name , and parentage . Per . A gentleman of Tyre- ( my name , Pericles ; My ...
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... blood as I am . ) [ Aside . Hear therefore , mistress ; frame your will to mine , - And you , sir , hear you . - Either be rul'd by me , Or I will make you - man and wife.- Nay , come ; your hands and lips must seal it too.— And being ...
... blood as I am . ) [ Aside . Hear therefore , mistress ; frame your will to mine , - And you , sir , hear you . - Either be rul'd by me , Or I will make you - man and wife.- Nay , come ; your hands and lips must seal it too.— And being ...
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... daughter is not with you ? Do not Consume your blood with sorrowing : you have A nurse of me . Lord ! how your favour's chang'd With this unprofitable woe ! Come , come ; Give me your wreath of flowers , ere the sea 58 ACT IV , PERICLES ,
... daughter is not with you ? Do not Consume your blood with sorrowing : you have A nurse of me . Lord ! how your favour's chang'd With this unprofitable woe ! Come , come ; Give me your wreath of flowers , ere the sea 58 ACT IV , PERICLES ,
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... blood : What ! I must have a care of you . Mar. Thanks , sweet madam.— Is this wind westerly that blows ? Leon . South - west . [ Exit DION . Mar. When I was born , the wind was north . Leon . Was't so ? Mar. My father , as nurse said ...
... blood : What ! I must have a care of you . Mar. Thanks , sweet madam.— Is this wind westerly that blows ? Leon . South - west . [ Exit DION . Mar. When I was born , the wind was north . Leon . Was't so ? Mar. My father , as nurse said ...
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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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