The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Hamlet. OthelloH. Baldwin, 1793 |
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William Shakespeare George Steevens. To his confine : and of the truth herein This present object made probation . MAR . It faded on the crowing of the cock . " Some fay , that ever ' gainst that feafon comes Wherein our Saviour's birth ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens. To his confine : and of the truth herein This present object made probation . MAR . It faded on the crowing of the cock . " Some fay , that ever ' gainst that feafon comes Wherein our Saviour's birth ...
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... present harsh rage , " Defect of manners , want of government , " Pride , haughtinefs , opinion , and difdain ; " The leaft of which , haunting a nobleman , " Lofeth men's hearts , and leaves behind a ftain Upon the beauty of all parts ...
... present harsh rage , " Defect of manners , want of government , " Pride , haughtinefs , opinion , and difdain ; " The leaft of which , haunting a nobleman , " Lofeth men's hearts , and leaves behind a ftain Upon the beauty of all parts ...
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... present occafion , not , as I conceive , because fuch a drefs was fuited to a country where it was bitter cold , and the air was nipping and eager , " ( as Dr. Johnfon fuppofed , ) nor because a fuit of fables was the richeft drefs that ...
... present occafion , not , as I conceive , because fuch a drefs was fuited to a country where it was bitter cold , and the air was nipping and eager , " ( as Dr. Johnfon fuppofed , ) nor because a fuit of fables was the richeft drefs that ...
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... present a vulgar phrafe , might not have been fuch in the age of Shakspeare . The bitter day is the day rendered hateful or bitter by the com- miffion of fome act of mifchief . Watts , in his Logick , fays , " Bitter is an equivocal ...
... present a vulgar phrafe , might not have been fuch in the age of Shakspeare . The bitter day is the day rendered hateful or bitter by the com- miffion of fome act of mifchief . Watts , in his Logick , fays , " Bitter is an equivocal ...
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... present life , I must show out a flag and sign of love , Which is indeed but fign . That you fhall furely find him , Lead to the Sagittary ' the rais'd fearch ; And there will I be with him . So , farewell . [ Exit . 3 For thus deluding ...
... present life , I must show out a flag and sign of love , Which is indeed but fign . That you fhall furely find him , Lead to the Sagittary ' the rais'd fearch ; And there will I be with him . So , farewell . [ Exit . 3 For thus deluding ...
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againſt alfo ancient anſwer Antony and Cleopatra becauſe Brabantio Caffio caufe cauſe Cymbeline Cyprus Defdemona defire doth EMIL Exeunt expreffion faid fame fatire fays fcene fecond feems feen fenfe fhall fhould fhow fignifies fimilar firft firſt folio fome foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftate ftill fuch fufpect fuppofe fure fword Hamlet hath heart heaven himſelf honeft Horatio huſband IAGO inftance itſelf JOHNSON King Henry King Lear LAER Laertes laft LAGO loft lord MALONE means moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night obferved occafion old copies Ophelia Othello paffage paffion perfon phrafe play pleaſe poet Polonius prefent purpoſe quarto quarto reads QUEEN Rape of Lucrece reafon Roderigo ſay ſcene Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's ſhall ſhe ſpeak STEEVENS thee thefe Theobald theſe thofe thoſe thou thought tranflation ufed underſtand uſed WARBURTON whofe word yourſelf Отн
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