The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Tom 9J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Strona 37
... night ! -that dawning May bare the raven's eye : I lodge in fear ; Though this a heavenly angel , hell is here . [ Clock strikes . VOL . IX . □ Tapestry . E One , two , three , -Time , time ! Scene II . 37 CYMBELINE .
... night ! -that dawning May bare the raven's eye : I lodge in fear ; Though this a heavenly angel , hell is here . [ Clock strikes . VOL . IX . □ Tapestry . E One , two , three , -Time , time ! Scene II . 37 CYMBELINE .
Strona 44
... night ' twas on mine arm ; I kiss'd it : I hope , it be not gone , to tell my lord That I kiss aught but he . Pis . Imo . I hope so : go , and search . Clo . His meanest garment ? Imo . If " Twill not be lost . [ Exit Pis . You have ...
... night ' twas on mine arm ; I kiss'd it : I hope , it be not gone , to tell my lord That I kiss aught but he . Pis . Imo . I hope so : go , and search . Clo . His meanest garment ? Imo . If " Twill not be lost . [ Exit Pis . You have ...
Strona 46
... night of such sweet shortness , which Was mine in Britain ; for the ring is won . Post . The stone's too hard to come by . Iach . Your lady being so easy . Post . Not a whit , Make not , sir , Your loss your sport : I hope , you know ...
... night of such sweet shortness , which Was mine in Britain ; for the ring is won . Post . The stone's too hard to come by . Iach . Your lady being so easy . Post . Not a whit , Make not , sir , Your loss your sport : I hope , you know ...
Strona 61
... night , A storm , or robbery , call it what you will , Shook down my mellow hangings , nay , my leaves , And left me bare to weather . Gui . Uncertain favour ! Bel . My fault being nothing ( as I have told you oft , ) . But that two ...
... night , A storm , or robbery , call it what you will , Shook down my mellow hangings , nay , my leaves , And left me bare to weather . Gui . Uncertain favour ! Bel . My fault being nothing ( as I have told you oft , ) . But that two ...
Strona 68
... night , Are they not but in Britain ? I'the world's volume Our Britain seems as of it , but not in it ; In a great pool , a swan's nest ; Pr'ythee , think There's livers out of Britain . Pis . I am most glad You think of other place ...
... night , Are they not but in Britain ? I'the world's volume Our Britain seems as of it , but not in it ; In a great pool , a swan's nest ; Pr'ythee , think There's livers out of Britain . Pis . I am most glad You think of other place ...
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Aaron Andronicus art thou Bassianus Bawd better blood Boult brother call'd CHIRON Cleon Cloten Cordelia Corn Cymbeline daughter dead death Dionyza dost doth duke of Cornwall Edmund emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear Fool Gent gentleman give Gloster gods GONERIL Goths grace GUIDERIUS hand hath hear heart heaven Helicanus hither honour i'the Iach IACHIMO Imogen Kent king lady Lavinia Lear look lord Lucius LYSIMACHUS madam Marcus Marina master mistress Mitylene never night noble o'the Pentapolis Pericles Pisanio poison'd poor Post Posthumus Pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre queen Regan revenge Roman Rome SATURNINUS SCENE sons sorrow speak Stew sweet sword Tamora tears tell Thaisa Tharsus thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS villain
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