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sleep , ' till I wake him - you should enjoy half his revenue -- My son Edgar ! had
he a hand to write this ! a heart and brain to breed it in ! When came this to you ?
who brought it ? Edm . It was not brought me , my lord ; there's the cunning of it .
sleep , ' till I wake him - you should enjoy half his revenue -- My son Edgar ! had
he a hand to write this ! a heart and brain to breed it in ! When came this to you ?
who brought it ? Edm . It was not brought me , my lord ; there's the cunning of it .
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SATURNINUS , Son to the late Emperor of Rome , and afterwards declared
Emperor bimself . Baffianus , Brother to Saturninus , in love with Lavinia , Titus
Andronicus , a noble Roman , General against the Goths , Marcus Andronicus ,
Tribune ...
SATURNINUS , Son to the late Emperor of Rome , and afterwards declared
Emperor bimself . Baffianus , Brother to Saturninus , in love with Lavinia , Titus
Andronicus , a noble Roman , General against the Goths , Marcus Andronicus ,
Tribune ...
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I give him you , the noblest that survives : The eldest son of this distressed Queen
. ... Victorious Titus , rue the tears I shed , A mother's tears in passion for her son :
And if thy sons were ever dear to thee , O , think my sons to be as dear to me .
I give him you , the noblest that survives : The eldest son of this distressed Queen
. ... Victorious Titus , rue the tears I shed , A mother's tears in passion for her son :
And if thy sons were ever dear to thee , O , think my sons to be as dear to me .
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Son . On what I get , I mean , and so do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ! thou'dit never
fear the net , nor The pit - fall , nor the gin . [ lime : Son . Why should I , mother ?
poor birds they are not set for . My father is not dead , for all your saying . L. Macd
.
Son . On what I get , I mean , and so do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ! thou'dit never
fear the net , nor The pit - fall , nor the gin . [ lime : Son . Why should I , mother ?
poor birds they are not set for . My father is not dead , for all your saying . L. Macd
.
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I pr'ythee now , my son , ( 27 ) I'm in this Your wife , your son : the senators the
nobles , And you & c . ] The pointing of the printed copies make stark nonsense of
this passage . Volumnia is persuading Coriolanus that he ought to fiatter the ...
I pr'ythee now , my son , ( 27 ) I'm in this Your wife , your son : the senators the
nobles , And you & c . ] The pointing of the printed copies make stark nonsense of
this passage . Volumnia is persuading Coriolanus that he ought to fiatter the ...
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| Title | The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Volume 6 The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Publisher | C. Bathurst, 1773 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 4 Jan 2007 |
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