The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 11C. and A. Conrad, 1808 |
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... devil.- Avaunt , thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou had'st but power over his mortal body , His soul thou canst not have ; therefore , be gone . Glo . Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . Anne . Foul devil , for God's sake ...
... devil.- Avaunt , thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou had'st but power over his mortal body , His soul thou canst not have ; therefore , be gone . Glo . Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . Anne . Foul devil , for God's sake ...
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... devils tell the truth ! Glo . More wonderful , when angels are so angry.- Vouchsafe , divine perfection of a woman , Of these supposed evils , to give me leave , By circumstance , but to acquit myself . Anne . Vouchsafe , diffus'd ...
... devils tell the truth ! Glo . More wonderful , when angels are so angry.- Vouchsafe , divine perfection of a woman , Of these supposed evils , to give me leave , By circumstance , but to acquit myself . Anne . Vouchsafe , diffus'd ...
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... devil , and dissembling looks , And yet to win her , all the world to nothing ! Ha ! Hath she forgot already that brave prince , Edward , her lord , whom I , some three months since , 2 Imagine I have said farewel already . ] Cibber ...
... devil , and dissembling looks , And yet to win her , all the world to nothing ! Ha ! Hath she forgot already that brave prince , Edward , her lord , whom I , some three months since , 2 Imagine I have said farewel already . ] Cibber ...
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... the first - to in this line . So , in p . 42 : " To help thee curse " & c . i . e . to curse . See also p . 27 , line 13 , and p . 31 , line 10. Steevens . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them too 34 KING RICHARD III .
... the first - to in this line . So , in p . 42 : " To help thee curse " & c . i . e . to curse . See also p . 27 , line 13 , and p . 31 , line 10. Steevens . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them too 34 KING RICHARD III .
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... devil ! I remember them too well : Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower , And Edward , my poor son , at Tewksbury . Glo . Ere you were queen , ay , or your husband king , I was a pack - horse in his great affairs ; A weeder - out ...
... devil ! I remember them too well : Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower , And Edward , my poor son , at Tewksbury . Glo . Ere you were queen , ay , or your husband king , I was a pack - horse in his great affairs ; A weeder - out ...
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Страница 49 - With that, methought, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that, with the very noise, I trembling wak'd, and, for a season after, Could not believe but that I was in hell, — Such terrible impression made my dream.
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