The Works of William Shakespeare: The Text Formed from an Entirely New Collation of the Old Editions : with the Various Readings, Notes, a Life of the Poet, and a History of the Early English Stage, Том 1Whittaker & Company, 1844 |
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... telling where he is , or else the tale will not be conceived . Now you shall have three ladies walk to gather flowers , and then we must believe the stage to be a garden : by and by we hear news of a shipwreck in the same place ; then ...
... telling where he is , or else the tale will not be conceived . Now you shall have three ladies walk to gather flowers , and then we must believe the stage to be a garden : by and by we hear news of a shipwreck in the same place ; then ...
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... tell in what year he first rented it , because the instrument proving his tenancy is dated 11th June , 1581 , and only states the fact , that on 11th Dec. , 1570 , it was in his occupation . The annual payment for it was 8. , a ...
... tell in what year he first rented it , because the instrument proving his tenancy is dated 11th June , 1581 , and only states the fact , that on 11th Dec. , 1570 , it was in his occupation . The annual payment for it was 8. , a ...
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... tell us from whence , nor from whom , he procured his information , but it reads as if it had been obtained from some source independent of Betterton , and per- haps even from inquiries on the spot . The whole was obviously exaggerated ...
... tell us from whence , nor from whom , he procured his information , but it reads as if it had been obtained from some source independent of Betterton , and per- haps even from inquiries on the spot . The whole was obviously exaggerated ...
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... tell , Ended his part , and he hath acted well . The play now ended , thinke his grave to bee The retiring house of his sad tragedie ; Where to give his fame this be not afraid : - Here lies the best Tragedian ever play'd . " From hence ...
... tell , Ended his part , and he hath acted well . The play now ended , thinke his grave to bee The retiring house of his sad tragedie ; Where to give his fame this be not afraid : - Here lies the best Tragedian ever play'd . " From hence ...
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... tell , He liv'd a godly life , and died as well . Wm . Shakespeare . " ' Coleridge's Table Talk , vol . ii . p . 301.—Mr. Hallam in his " Introduction to the Literature of Europe , " vol . iii . p . 89. edit . 1843 , somewhat less ...
... tell , He liv'd a godly life , and died as well . Wm . Shakespeare . " ' Coleridge's Table Talk , vol . ii . p . 301.—Mr. Hallam in his " Introduction to the Literature of Europe , " vol . iii . p . 89. edit . 1843 , somewhat less ...
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