The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: |
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Say , that some Lady , as , perhaps , there is , Hath for your love as great a pang
of heart As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; ; You tell her so ; muft the
not then be answer'd ? Duke . There is no woman's fides Can bide the beating of
...
Say , that some Lady , as , perhaps , there is , Hath for your love as great a pang
of heart As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; ; You tell her so ; muft the
not then be answer'd ? Duke . There is no woman's fides Can bide the beating of
...
Стр. 141
In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes,
Explanatory and Critical: William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). No Oli . Yet
come again ; for thou , perhaps , may'st move That heart , which now abhors , to ...
In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes,
Explanatory and Critical: William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). No Oli . Yet
come again ; for thou , perhaps , may'st move That heart , which now abhors , to ...
Стр. 168
Why should I not , had I the heart to do't , ( 13 ) Like to th'Egyptian thief , at point of
death Kill what I love ? ( a favage jealousie , That sometimes favours nobly ; ) but
hear me this : Since you to non - regardance cast my faith , And that I partly ...
Why should I not , had I the heart to do't , ( 13 ) Like to th'Egyptian thief , at point of
death Kill what I love ? ( a favage jealousie , That sometimes favours nobly ; ) but
hear me this : Since you to non - regardance cast my faith , And that I partly ...
Стр. 215
In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes,
Explanatory and Critical: William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Adr . I
cannot , nor I will not , hold me ftill ; My tongue , though not my heart , shall have
its will .
In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes,
Explanatory and Critical: William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Adr . I
cannot , nor I will not , hold me ftill ; My tongue , though not my heart , shall have
its will .
Стр. 348
He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May easily win a woman's . Ay , my
mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father . Who lives and dares but say
, thou didft not well When I was got , I'll send his soul to hell . the fight ; Pift .
He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May easily win a woman's . Ay , my
mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father . Who lives and dares but say
, thou didft not well When I was got , I'll send his soul to hell . the fight ; Pift .
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