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Being thus quench ' d Of hope , not longing , mine Italian brain ' Gan in your
duller Britain operate Most vilely ; for my vantage , excellent ; And , to be brief , my
practice so prevail ' d , That I return ' d with simular proof enough To make the
noble ...
Being thus quench ' d Of hope , not longing , mine Italian brain ' Gan in your
duller Britain operate Most vilely ; for my vantage , excellent ; And , to be brief , my
practice so prevail ' d , That I return ' d with simular proof enough To make the
noble ...
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A book entitled A Noble Roman Historie of Titus Andronicus . ” “ Enter ' d unto him
also the ballad thereof . ” Entered again April 19 , 1602 , by Tho . Pavyer . The
reader will find it in Dr . Percy ' s Reliques of Ancient English Poetry , Vol .
A book entitled A Noble Roman Historie of Titus Andronicus . ” “ Enter ' d unto him
also the ballad thereof . ” Entered again April 19 , 1602 , by Tho . Pavyer . The
reader will find it in Dr . Percy ' s Reliques of Ancient English Poetry , Vol .
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William Shakespeare Alexander Chalmers. Saturninus , Son to the late Emperor
of Rome , and afterwards declared Emperor himself . Bassianus , Brother to
Saturninus ; in love with Lavinia . Titus Andronicus , a noble Roman , General
against ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Chalmers. Saturninus , Son to the late Emperor
of Rome , and afterwards declared Emperor himself . Bassianus , Brother to
Saturninus ; in love with Lavinia . Titus Andronicus , a noble Roman , General
against ...
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Thanks , noble Titus , father of my life ! How proud I am of thee , and of thy gifts ,
Rome shall record ; and , when I do forget The least of these unspeakable
deserts , Romans , forget your fealty to me . Tit . Now , madam , are you prisoner
to an ...
Thanks , noble Titus , father of my life ! How proud I am of thee , and of thy gifts ,
Rome shall record ; and , when I do forget The least of these unspeakable
deserts , Romans , forget your fealty to me . Tit . Now , madam , are you prisoner
to an ...
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noble Titus ; and this right , dumb show . Sat . Thanks , sweet Lavinia . . . Romans
, let us go : Ransomeless here we set our prisoners free : Proclaim our honours ,
lords , with trump and drum . Bas . Lord Titus , by your leave , this maid is mine .
noble Titus ; and this right , dumb show . Sat . Thanks , sweet Lavinia . . . Romans
, let us go : Ransomeless here we set our prisoners free : Proclaim our honours ,
lords , with trump and drum . Bas . Lord Titus , by your leave , this maid is mine .
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| Title | Cymbeline. Titus Andronicus. Pericles. King Lear Volume 8 of The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq., with a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes from the Most Eminent Commentators, a History of the Stage, a Life of Shakespeare, &c, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Alexander Chalmers |
| Illustrated by | Henry Fuseli |
| Publisher | J. Nichols, 1811 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 27 Dec 2006 |
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