The Plays of Shakespeare, Том 3G. Routledge & Company, 1860 |
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... heart I find she names my very deed of love ; Only she comes too short , -that I profess Myself an enemy to all other joys , Which the most precious square ' of sense pos- sesses , § And find I am alone felicitate In your dear highness ...
... heart I find she names my very deed of love ; Only she comes too short , -that I profess Myself an enemy to all other joys , Which the most precious square ' of sense pos- sesses , § And find I am alone felicitate In your dear highness ...
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... heart and me Hold thee , from this , for ever ! The barbarous Scythian , Or he that makes his generation messes To gorge his appetite , shall to my bosom Be as well neighbour'd , pitied , and reliev'd , As thou my sometime daughter ...
... heart and me Hold thee , from this , for ever ! The barbarous Scythian , Or he that makes his generation messes To gorge his appetite , shall to my bosom Be as well neighbour'd , pitied , and reliev'd , As thou my sometime daughter ...
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... heart and brain to breed it in ? -When came this to you ? who brought it ? EDM . It was not brought me , my lord , there's the cunning of it ; I found it thrown in at the casement of my closet . GLO . You know the character to be your ...
... heart and brain to breed it in ? -When came this to you ? who brought it ? EDM . It was not brought me , my lord , there's the cunning of it ; I found it thrown in at the casement of my closet . GLO . You know the character to be your ...
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... heart . I can scarce speak to thee ; thou❜lt not believe , With how deprav'd a quality - O Regan ! REG . I pray you , sir , take patience : I have hope , You less know how to value her desert , Than she to scant her duty . LEAR . Say ...
... heart . I can scarce speak to thee ; thou❜lt not believe , With how deprav'd a quality - O Regan ! REG . I pray you , sir , take patience : I have hope , You less know how to value her desert , Than she to scant her duty . LEAR . Say ...
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... heart That's sorry yet for thee . FOOL . [ Singing . ] He that has and a little tiny wit , - With hey , ho , the wind and the rain , - Must make content with his fortunes fit , Though the rain it raineth every day . LEAR . True , boy ...
... heart That's sorry yet for thee . FOOL . [ Singing . ] He that has and a little tiny wit , - With hey , ho , the wind and the rain , - Must make content with his fortunes fit , Though the rain it raineth every day . LEAR . True , boy ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassius CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune give gods Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady Laertes LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame sorrow soul speak stand Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus true ULYSS unto wife word Отн
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