The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, Том 8 |
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Clifford , pity me . Clir . Such pity as my rapier's point affords . Rur . I never did
thee harm ? why wilt thou Nay me ? Clif . Thy father hath . Rut . But ' twas , ere I
was born , Thou hast one son , for his fake pity me ; Lest in revenge thereof , fith
God ...
Clifford , pity me . Clir . Such pity as my rapier's point affords . Rur . I never did
thee harm ? why wilt thou Nay me ? Clif . Thy father hath . Rut . But ' twas , ere I
was born , Thou hast one son , for his fake pity me ; Lest in revenge thereof , fith
God ...
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grief ; O pity , pity , gentle heaven , pity ! The red rose and the white are on his
face , The fatal colours of our striving houses , The one his purple blood right well
resembles , The other his pale cheek , methinks , presenteth . Wither one rose ...
grief ; O pity , pity , gentle heaven , pity ! The red rose and the white are on his
face , The fatal colours of our striving houses , The one his purple blood right well
resembles , The other his pale cheek , methinks , presenteth . Wither one rose ...
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For what doth cherish weeds , but gentle air ? And what makes robbers bold , but
too much lenity ? Bootless are plaints , and cureless are my wounds ; No way to
fly , nor ftrength to hold our flight . The foe is merciless , and will not pity , For at ...
For what doth cherish weeds , but gentle air ? And what makes robbers bold , but
too much lenity ? Bootless are plaints , and cureless are my wounds ; No way to
fly , nor ftrength to hold our flight . The foe is merciless , and will not pity , For at ...
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I shall despair -- there is no creature loves me : And if i die ; no foul shall pity me .
Nay , wherefore should they ? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself .
Methought , the souls of all that I had murderd Came to my tentz and every one ...
I shall despair -- there is no creature loves me : And if i die ; no foul shall pity me .
Nay , wherefore should they ? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself .
Methought , the souls of all that I had murderd Came to my tentz and every one ...
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And harmless pity must be laid afide , ] This reading , I don't know for what reason
, was introduc'd by Mr. Rowe , and follow'd by Mr. Pope : but all the old books
have it rightly , harmful : meaning , that the King's lenity and pity were prejudicial
to ...
And harmless pity must be laid afide , ] This reading , I don't know for what reason
, was introduc'd by Mr. Rowe , and follow'd by Mr. Pope : but all the old books
have it rightly , harmful : meaning , that the King's lenity and pity were prejudicial
to ...
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