The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 6F. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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... wyfe : She drinkes a drinke that seemes to reve her breath ; They bury her , that sleping yet hath lyfe . Her husband heares the tydinges of her death ; He drinkes his bane ; and she , with Romeus ' knyfe , When she awakes , her selfe ...
... wyfe : She drinkes a drinke that seemes to reve her breath ; They bury her , that sleping yet hath lyfe . Her husband heares the tydinges of her death ; He drinkes his bane ; and she , with Romeus ' knyfe , When she awakes , her selfe ...
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... wyfe . For so perchaunce this new alliance may procure Unto our houses such a peace as ever shall indure . " Oh how we can perswade ourself to what we like ! And how we can diswade our mynd , if ought our mind mislyke ! Weake arguments ...
... wyfe . For so perchaunce this new alliance may procure Unto our houses such a peace as ever shall indure . " Oh how we can perswade ourself to what we like ! And how we can diswade our mynd , if ought our mind mislyke ! Weake arguments ...
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... wyfe what was her due , His duty eke by gostly talke the youthfull husband knew ; How that the wyfe in love must honour and obey , What love and honor he doth owe , a dette that he must pay , - The woords pronounced were which holy ...
... wyfe what was her due , His duty eke by gostly talke the youthfull husband knew ; How that the wyfe in love must honour and obey , What love and honor he doth owe , a dette that he must pay , - The woords pronounced were which holy ...
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... wyfe , Who in the window watcht the cumming of her lord ; Where she so surely had made fast the ladder made of corde , That daungerles her spouse the chaumber window climes , Where he ere then had wisht himselfe above ten thousand tymes ...
... wyfe , Who in the window watcht the cumming of her lord ; Where she so surely had made fast the ladder made of corde , That daungerles her spouse the chaumber window climes , Where he ere then had wisht himselfe above ten thousand tymes ...
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... perhaps thou stand in dred to lead me as a wyfe , Art thou all counsellesse ? canst thou no shift devise ? What letteth but in other weede I may my selfe disguyse ? What , shall I be the first ? hath none X 2 ROMEUS AND JULIET . 307.
... perhaps thou stand in dred to lead me as a wyfe , Art thou all counsellesse ? canst thou no shift devise ? What letteth but in other weede I may my selfe disguyse ? What , shall I be the first ? hath none X 2 ROMEUS AND JULIET . 307.
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