The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Hamlet. OthelloH. Baldwin, 1793 |
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... called The Revenge of Hamlett , Prince of Denmarke , as it was lately acted by the Lord Chamberlain his fervantes . " In Eastward Hoe , by George Chapman , Ben Jonfon , and John Mariton , 1605 , is a fling at the hero of this tragedy ...
... called The Revenge of Hamlett , Prince of Denmarke , as it was lately acted by the Lord Chamberlain his fervantes . " In Eastward Hoe , by George Chapman , Ben Jonfon , and John Mariton , 1605 , is a fling at the hero of this tragedy ...
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... called The Return from Parnaffus . STEEVENS . · A play on the subject of Hamlet had been exhibited on the stage before the year 1589 , of which Thomas Kyd was , I believe , the author . On that play , and on the bl . letter Hiftorie of ...
... called The Return from Parnaffus . STEEVENS . · A play on the subject of Hamlet had been exhibited on the stage before the year 1589 , of which Thomas Kyd was , I believe , the author . On that play , and on the bl . letter Hiftorie of ...
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... called prest money ( from pret . Fr. ) for holding them Puttenham , in his Art of Poefie , fpeaks of the Figure of Twynnet , " borfes and barbes , for barbed horfes , venim & dartes , for venimous dartes , " & c . FARMER . -law , and ...
... called prest money ( from pret . Fr. ) for holding them Puttenham , in his Art of Poefie , fpeaks of the Figure of Twynnet , " borfes and barbes , for barbed horfes , venim & dartes , for venimous dartes , " & c . FARMER . -law , and ...
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... called abroad fooner , they imagine every thing they fee , a wandering ghoft . " And he quotes on this occafion , as all his predeceffors had done , the well - known lines from the first hymn of Prudentius . I know not whofe tranflation ...
... called abroad fooner , they imagine every thing they fee , a wandering ghoft . " And he quotes on this occafion , as all his predeceffors had done , the well - known lines from the first hymn of Prudentius . I know not whofe tranflation ...
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... called the prince " My coufin Hamlet , and my fon . " - His reply , therefore , is , " I am a little more than thy kinfman , [ for I am thy ftepfon ; ] and fomewhat less than kind to thee , [ for I hate thee , as being the perfon who ...
... called the prince " My coufin Hamlet , and my fon . " - His reply , therefore , is , " I am a little more than thy kinfman , [ for I am thy ftepfon ; ] and fomewhat less than kind to thee , [ for I hate thee , as being the perfon who ...
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