The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, Том 6A. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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... eye , The counfellor heart , the arm our foldier , Our steed the leg , the tongue our trumpeter ; With other muniments and petty helps In this our fabrick , if that they- Men . What then ? - ' Fore me , this fellow fpeaks . What then ...
... eye , The counfellor heart , the arm our foldier , Our steed the leg , the tongue our trumpeter ; With other muniments and petty helps In this our fabrick , if that they- Men . What then ? - ' Fore me , this fellow fpeaks . What then ...
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... Eyes thou haft feen her , and therefore pull them out , for they will work thy Bale . Mr. Rowe , indeed , in his Editions of our Poet , has erroneously printed Bail too in this Paffage ; but in the old Quarto which I have of Locrine ...
... Eyes thou haft feen her , and therefore pull them out , for they will work thy Bale . Mr. Rowe , indeed , in his Editions of our Poet , has erroneously printed Bail too in this Paffage ; but in the old Quarto which I have of Locrine ...
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... eyes ? Sic . Nay , but his taunts . Bru . Being mov'd , he will not fpare to gird the Gods Sic . Be - mock the modeft Moon , Bru . ( 4 ) The present Wars devour him ; he is grown Too proud to be fo valiant . ( 4 ) The prefent Wars ...
... eyes ? Sic . Nay , but his taunts . Bru . Being mov'd , he will not fpare to gird the Gods Sic . Be - mock the modeft Moon , Bru . ( 4 ) The present Wars devour him ; he is grown Too proud to be fo valiant . ( 4 ) The prefent Wars ...
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... eyes towards the napes of your necks , and make but an interior furvey of your good felves ! Oh that you could ! Bru . What then , Sir ? - Men . Why , then you should difcover a brace of as unmeriting , proud , violent , tefty ...
... eyes towards the napes of your necks , and make but an interior furvey of your good felves ! Oh that you could ! Bru . What then , Sir ? - Men . Why , then you should difcover a brace of as unmeriting , proud , violent , tefty ...
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... up and down , threatning the Flames , With biffon Rheum . i . e . blinding . It is fpoken of Hecuba , whofe Eyes o'erflow and are blinded , both with Tears , and the Rheums of Age . who , who , in a cheap eftimation , ( 12 ) 34 CORIOLANUS .
... up and down , threatning the Flames , With biffon Rheum . i . e . blinding . It is fpoken of Hecuba , whofe Eyes o'erflow and are blinded , both with Tears , and the Rheums of Age . who , who , in a cheap eftimation , ( 12 ) 34 CORIOLANUS .
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