The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Том 2 |
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Ay , do , do ; thou sodden - witted lord ! not the general run then ? were not that a
botchy thou hast no more brain than I have ... Thou Ajax . Dog !scurvy - valiant
ass ! thou art here put to thrash Ther . Then would come some matter from
Trojans ...
Ay , do , do ; thou sodden - witted lord ! not the general run then ? were not that a
botchy thou hast no more brain than I have ... Thou Ajax . Dog !scurvy - valiant
ass ! thou art here put to thrash Ther . Then would come some matter from
Trojans ...
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O , thou touch of hearts ! defence , absence . What beast couldst thou be , Think ,
thy slave man rebels ; and by thy virtue that were not subject to a beast ? and
what a | Set them into confounding odds , that beasts beast art thou already , that
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O , thou touch of hearts ! defence , absence . What beast couldst thou be , Think ,
thy slave man rebels ; and by thy virtue that were not subject to a beast ? and
what a | Set them into confounding odds , that beasts beast art thou already , that
...
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Nay , if thy wits run the wildgoose - chace , rest - one , two , and the third in your
bosom : the I have done ; for thou hast more of the wildvery butcher of a silk
button ; a duellist , a goose in one of thy wits than , I am sure , I have duellist : a ...
Nay , if thy wits run the wildgoose - chace , rest - one , two , and the third in your
bosom : the I have done ; for thou hast more of the wildvery butcher of a silk
button ; a duellist , a goose in one of thy wits than , I am sure , I have duellist : a ...
Стр. 286
... you not take some occasion withMer . Thou art like one of those fellows that ,
out giving ? when he enters the confines of a tavern , claps me Tyb . Mercutio ,
thou consortest with Romeo , his sword upon the table , and says , “ God send
Mer .
... you not take some occasion withMer . Thou art like one of those fellows that ,
out giving ? when he enters the confines of a tavern , claps me Tyb . Mercutio ,
thou consortest with Romeo , his sword upon the table , and says , “ God send
Mer .
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Pr ' y thee , tell him , so much the rent of and yet I would not be thee , nuncle ;
thou hast his land comes to : he will not believe a fool . pared thy wit o ' both sides
, and left nothing in [ To Kent . Leur . A bitter fool ! the middle . Here comes one o
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Pr ' y thee , tell him , so much the rent of and yet I would not be thee , nuncle ;
thou hast his land comes to : he will not believe a fool . pared thy wit o ' both sides
, and left nothing in [ To Kent . Leur . A bitter fool ! the middle . Here comes one o
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| Название | The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Том 2 The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, Joseph Kenny Meadows |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Иллюстрации | Joseph Kenny Meadows |
| Опубликована: | 1843 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Оксфордский университет |
| Оцифровано | 29 сен 2006 |
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