The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... heaven , and you , and I , fhall hear . 6 fullen prefage- ] By the epithet fullen , which cannot be applied to a trumpet , it is plain that our author's imagination had now fuggefted a new idea . It is as if he had faid , be a trumpet ...
... heaven , and you , and I , fhall hear . 6 fullen prefage- ] By the epithet fullen , which cannot be applied to a trumpet , it is plain that our author's imagination had now fuggefted a new idea . It is as if he had faid , be a trumpet ...
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... heaven , and to my mother ; Of that I doubt , as all men's children may . " ELI . Out on thee , rude man ! thou doft shame thy mother , And wound her honour with this diffidence . BAST . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it ; That ...
... heaven , and to my mother ; Of that I doubt , as all men's children may . " ELI . Out on thee , rude man ! thou doft shame thy mother , And wound her honour with this diffidence . BAST . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it ; That ...
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... heaven thanks , I was not like to thee . K. JOHN . Why , what a madcap hath heaven lent us here ! ELI . He hath a trick of Coeur - de - lion's face , * 3 But whe'r- ] Whe'r for whether . So , in The Comedy of Errors : " Good fir , fay ...
... heaven thanks , I was not like to thee . K. JOHN . Why , what a madcap hath heaven lent us here ! ELI . He hath a trick of Coeur - de - lion's face , * 3 But whe'r- ] Whe'r for whether . So , in The Comedy of Errors : " Good fir , fay ...
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... Heaven lay not my tranfgreffion to my charge ! - Thou art the iffue of my dear offence , Which was so strongly urg'd , past my defence . BAST . Now , by this light ,. were I to get again , Madam , I would not with a better father . Some ...
... Heaven lay not my tranfgreffion to my charge ! - Thou art the iffue of my dear offence , Which was so strongly urg'd , past my defence . BAST . Now , by this light ,. were I to get again , Madam , I would not with a better father . Some ...
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... heaven is theirs , that lift their swords In fuch a juft and charitable war . K. PHI . Well then , to work ; our cannon fhall be bent Against the brows of this refifting town . Call for our chiefeft men of difcipline , 3that pale , that ...
... heaven is theirs , that lift their swords In fuch a juft and charitable war . K. PHI . Well then , to work ; our cannon fhall be bent Against the brows of this refifting town . Call for our chiefeft men of difcipline , 3that pale , that ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Visualização completa - 1793 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Visualização completa - 1793 |
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