Works, Volume 6Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... fight , space , and liberty ; Beyond what can be valued , rich or rare ; No lefs than life , with grace , health , beauty , honour ; As much as child e'er lov'd , or father found : A love that makes breath poor , and speech unable ...
... fight , space , and liberty ; Beyond what can be valued , rich or rare ; No lefs than life , with grace , health , beauty , honour ; As much as child e'er lov'd , or father found : A love that makes breath poor , and speech unable ...
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... fight ! [ To Cor . So be my grave my peace , as here I give Her father's heart from her . Call France ; who ftirs ? Burgundy.Cornwall and Albany , Call With my two daughters ' dowers digeft the third . Let pride , which fhe calls ...
... fight ! [ To Cor . So be my grave my peace , as here I give Her father's heart from her . Call France ; who ftirs ? Burgundy.Cornwall and Albany , Call With my two daughters ' dowers digeft the third . Let pride , which fhe calls ...
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... fight when I cannot chufe ; and to eat no fish . Lear . What art thou ? ; Kent . A very honeft - hearted fellow , and as poor as the King . Lear . If thou beeft as poor for a fubject as he's for a King , thou art poor enough . What ...
... fight when I cannot chufe ; and to eat no fish . Lear . What art thou ? ; Kent . A very honeft - hearted fellow , and as poor as the King . Lear . If thou beeft as poor for a fubject as he's for a King , thou art poor enough . What ...
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... fight . Corn . What means your Grace ? SCENE XII . Enter Gonerill . Lear . Who ftock'd my fervant ? Regan , I've good hope Thou didst not know on't . - Who comes here ? O heav'ns ! If you do love old men , if your sweet sway Hallow ...
... fight . Corn . What means your Grace ? SCENE XII . Enter Gonerill . Lear . Who ftock'd my fervant ? Regan , I've good hope Thou didst not know on't . - Who comes here ? O heav'ns ! If you do love old men , if your sweet sway Hallow ...
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... Fight ; in the fcuffle Cornwall is wounded . Reg . Give me thy fword . A peasant stand up thus ? Serv . Oh , I am flain - my Lord , [ Kills him . have one eye you To fee fome mischief on him . Oh- left [ Dies . [ Treads the other out ...
... Fight ; in the fcuffle Cornwall is wounded . Reg . Give me thy fword . A peasant stand up thus ? Serv . Oh , I am flain - my Lord , [ Kills him . have one eye you To fee fome mischief on him . Oh- left [ Dies . [ Treads the other out ...
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Page 245 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 243 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
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Page 45 - You see me here, you gods, a poor old man, As full of grief as age; wretched in both! If it be you that stir these daughters...
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