The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, with Glossorial Notes and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare, Том 8Phillips, Sampson, 1854 |
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... dead ; Slain by his servant , going to put out The other eye Aib . of Gloster . Gloster's eyes ! Mess . A servant that he bred , thrill'd with re- morse , Oppos'd against the act , bending his sword To his great master : who , thereat ...
... dead ; Slain by his servant , going to put out The other eye Aib . of Gloster . Gloster's eyes ! Mess . A servant that he bred , thrill'd with re- morse , Oppos'd against the act , bending his sword To his great master : who , thereat ...
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... dead ; Edmund and I have talk'd ; And more convenient is he for my hand , Than for your lady's : -You may gather more.3 If you do find him , pray you , give him this ; And when your mistress hears thus much from you , pray , desire her ...
... dead ; Edmund and I have talk'd ; And more convenient is he for my hand , Than for your lady's : -You may gather more.3 If you do find him , pray you , give him this ; And when your mistress hears thus much from you , pray , desire her ...
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... dead ? Ho , you sir ! friend ! -Hear you , sir ? -speak ! Thus might he pass indeed : -Yet he revives : What are you , sir ? Glo . Away , and let me die . Edg . Hadst thou been aught but gossamer , fea- thers , air , So many fathom down ...
... dead ? Ho , you sir ! friend ! -Hear you , sir ? -speak ! Thus might he pass indeed : -Yet he revives : What are you , sir ? Glo . Away , and let me die . Edg . Hadst thou been aught but gossamer , fea- thers , air , So many fathom down ...
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... dead ? Edg . Sit you down , father ; rest you.- Let's see his pockets : these letters , that he speaks of , May be my friends . - He's dead ; I am only sorry He had no other death's - man . - Let us see : Leave , gentle wax ; and ...
... dead ? Edg . Sit you down , father ; rest you.- Let's see his pockets : these letters , that he speaks of , May be my friends . - He's dead ; I am only sorry He had no other death's - man . - Let us see : Leave , gentle wax ; and ...
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... I make it , that you know me not , ( 1 ) I'll cover thee ( the dead steward ) in the sands . ( 2 ) Dressed . ( 3 ) Memorials . ( 4 ) Intent formed . VOL . VIII . G Till time and I think meet . Cor . Then Scene VII . 97 KING LEAR .
... I make it , that you know me not , ( 1 ) I'll cover thee ( the dead steward ) in the sands . ( 2 ) Dressed . ( 3 ) Memorials . ( 4 ) Intent formed . VOL . VIII . G Till time and I think meet . Cor . Then Scene VII . 97 KING LEAR .
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Страница 282 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
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Страница 293 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ. Yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
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