The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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Anne . Villain , thou know'st nor law of God nor man ; No beast so fierce , but
knows some touch of pity . Glo . But I know none , and therefore am no beaft .
Anne . O wonderful , when devils tell the truth ! . Glo . More wonderful when
angels are ...
Anne . Villain , thou know'st nor law of God nor man ; No beast so fierce , but
knows some touch of pity . Glo . But I know none , and therefore am no beaft .
Anne . O wonderful , when devils tell the truth ! . Glo . More wonderful when
angels are ...
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Anne . He is in heav'n , where thou shalt never come . Glo . Let him thank me that
help'd to send him thiFor he was filter for ... ther ; Anne . And thou unfit for any
place but hell . Glo . Yes , one place elle , if you will hear me name it . Anne Some
...
Anne . He is in heav'n , where thou shalt never come . Glo . Let him thank me that
help'd to send him thiFor he was filter for ... ther ; Anne . And thou unfit for any
place but hell . Glo . Yes , one place elle , if you will hear me name it . Anne Some
...
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Anne . Why , that was he . Glo . The felt - fame dame , but one of better nature .
Anne . Where is he ? Glo . Here . Why dost thou fpit at me ? [ She spits at him .
Anne . Would it were mortal poison for thy take ! Glo . Never came poifon from so
...
Anne . Why , that was he . Glo . The felt - fame dame , but one of better nature .
Anne . Where is he ? Glo . Here . Why dost thou fpit at me ? [ She spits at him .
Anne . Would it were mortal poison for thy take ! Glo . Never came poifon from so
...
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Anne . Arife , diffembler ; though I wish thy death , I will not be thy executioner .
Glo . Then bid me kill my felf , and I will do it . Anne . I have already . Gle . That
was in thy rage . Speak it again , and even with thy word , This hand , which for
thy ...
Anne . Arife , diffembler ; though I wish thy death , I will not be thy executioner .
Glo . Then bid me kill my felf , and I will do it . Anne . I have already . Gle . That
was in thy rage . Speak it again , and even with thy word , This hand , which for
thy ...
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Anne . In God's will , better She ne'er had known pomp ; though't be temporal ,
Yet if that quarrel , Fortune , do divorce It from the bearer , ' tis a fuff'rance panging
As foul and body's fev'ring . Old L. Ah ! poor lady , She's stranger now again .
Anne . In God's will , better She ne'er had known pomp ; though't be temporal ,
Yet if that quarrel , Fortune , do divorce It from the bearer , ' tis a fuff'rance panging
As foul and body's fev'ring . Old L. Ah ! poor lady , She's stranger now again .
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| Заглавие | The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. Том 5 от The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.], William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Редактор | Hugh Blair |
| Публикувана | 1769 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 13 септ. 2007 |
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