The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - Всего страниц: 38 |
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... comes short of me in this , that I profess myself LILLAZ KRONEZAKETETA » MARIA MOP PRINT RATE DEANTANETE TENKAANSENERICORN TO LISTEN THE STEDEN WA Arve på kanonNKENSTEINetgean BagÇLIKTANÁSBAN DEVLET OUYALTURA , Crashantamura Tat ...
... comes short of me in this , that I profess myself LILLAZ KRONEZAKETETA » MARIA MOP PRINT RATE DEANTANETE TENKAANSENERICORN TO LISTEN THE STEDEN WA Arve på kanonNKENSTEINetgean BagÇLIKTANÁSBAN DEVLET OUYALTURA , Crashantamura Tat ...
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... comes too short , -that I profess Myself an enemy to all other joys , Which the most precious square of sense ... come of nothing ; speak again . Cor . Unhappy that I am , I cannot heave My heart into my mouth . I love your majesty ...
... comes too short , -that I profess Myself an enemy to all other joys , Which the most precious square of sense ... come of nothing ; speak again . Cor . Unhappy that I am , I cannot heave My heart into my mouth . I love your majesty ...
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... comes , like the catastrophe of the old com- edy . My cue is villanous melancholy , with a sigh like Tom O'Bedlam . - O , these eclipses do portend these divisions ! Fa , sol , la , mi.3 1 All between brackets is omitted in the quartos ...
... comes , like the catastrophe of the old com- edy . My cue is villanous melancholy , with a sigh like Tom O'Bedlam . - O , these eclipses do portend these divisions ! Fa , sol , la , mi.3 1 All between brackets is omitted in the quartos ...
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... come you hither . Who am I , sir ? Stew . My lady's father . Lear . My lady's father ! my lord's knave ; you whoreson dog ! you slave ! you cur ! Stew . I am none of this , my lord ; I beseech pardon me . you . Lear . Do you bandy1 ...
... come you hither . Who am I , sir ? Stew . My lady's father . Lear . My lady's father ! my lord's knave ; you whoreson dog ! you slave ! you cur ! Stew . I am none of this , my lord ; I beseech pardon me . you . Lear . Do you bandy1 ...
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... comes to ; he will not believe a fool . [ To KENT . Lear . A bitter fool ! Fool . Dost thou know the difference , my ... Come place him here by me , - Or do thou for him stand . The sweet and bitter foo ! Will presently appear ; The one ...
... comes to ; he will not believe a fool . [ To KENT . Lear . A bitter fool ! Fool . Dost thou know the difference , my ... Come place him here by me , - Or do thou for him stand . The sweet and bitter foo ! Will presently appear ; The one ...
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Стр. 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...