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... as different champions cross the field , always discovers some objection to his
attacking each of them , and repeats the two first lines as every fresh personage
is introduced ; and at last assists in propping up a dead body against a tree for ...
... as different champions cross the field , always discovers some objection to his
attacking each of them , and repeats the two first lines as every fresh personage
is introduced ; and at last assists in propping up a dead body against a tree for ...
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Exeunt . which , if not as old as the time of Shakspeare , may have been compiled
from something that was so : they are uttered by a giant :“ Fee , faw , fum , I smell
the blood of an Englishman ; Be he alive , or be he dead , I ' ll grind his bones ...
Exeunt . which , if not as old as the time of Shakspeare , may have been compiled
from something that was so : they are uttered by a giant :“ Fee , faw , fum , I smell
the blood of an Englishman ; Be he alive , or be he dead , I ' ll grind his bones ...
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O my good lord , the duke of Cornwall ' s dead ; Slain by his servant , going to put
out The other eye of Gloster . Alb . Gloster ' s eyes ? Mess . A servant that he bred
, thrilled with remorse , Opposed against the act , bending his sword To his ...
O my good lord , the duke of Cornwall ' s dead ; Slain by his servant , going to put
out The other eye of Gloster . Alb . Gloster ' s eyes ? Mess . A servant that he bred
, thrilled with remorse , Opposed against the act , bending his sword To his ...
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My lord is dead ; Edmund and I have talked ; And more convenient is he for my
hand , Than for your lady ' s ; — you may gather more . » If you do find him , pray
you , give him this ; 4 And when your mistress hears thus much from you ,. i
Eillade ...
My lord is dead ; Edmund and I have talked ; And more convenient is he for my
hand , Than for your lady ' s ; — you may gather more . » If you do find him , pray
you , give him this ; 4 And when your mistress hears thus much from you ,. i
Eillade ...
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Edg . Gone , sir ? farewell . And yet I know not how conceit may rob The treasury
of life , when life itself Tields to the theft . Had he been where he thought , By this ,
had thought been past . - Alive , or dead ? Ho , you sir ! friend ! - Hear you , sir ?
Edg . Gone , sir ? farewell . And yet I know not how conceit may rob The treasury
of life , when life itself Tields to the theft . Had he been where he thought , By this ,
had thought been past . - Alive , or dead ? Ho , you sir ! friend ! - Hear you , sir ?
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Page 283 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 237 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
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Page 175 - Romeo; and, when he shall die. Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
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| Title | The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Volume 7 The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Published | 1851 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 17 May 2006 |
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