The Dramatic Works: Of Shakespeare, in Six Volumes; with Notes by Joseph Rann, ...at the Clarendon Press, M DCC LXXXVI. To be had of Mess. Rivington, London; Mess. Prince and Cooke and C. Selwin Rann, Oxford; and of Mess. Pearson and Rollason, Birmingham, 1789 |
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Page 87
And to his hand when I deliver her , Think it an altar ; and thy brother Troilus A
priest , there offering to it his own heart . Par . I know what ' tis to love ; And '
would , as I shall pity , I could help ! Please you , walk in , my lord . [ Exit Troi . [
Exeunt .
And to his hand when I deliver her , Think it an altar ; and thy brother Troilus A
priest , there offering to it his own heart . Par . I know what ' tis to love ; And '
would , as I shall pity , I could help ! Please you , walk in , my lord . [ Exit Troi . [
Exeunt .
Page 194
I draw the sword myself : take it ; and hit The innocent mansion of my love , my
heart : Fear not ; ' tis empty of all things , but grief : Thy master is not there ; who
was , indeed , The riches of it : Do his bidding ; strike . Thou may'st be valiant in a
...
I draw the sword myself : take it ; and hit The innocent mansion of my love , my
heart : Fear not ; ' tis empty of all things , but grief : Thy master is not there ; who
was , indeed , The riches of it : Do his bidding ; strike . Thou may'st be valiant in a
...
Page 278
Ay , my mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares
but say , thou did'st not well When I was got , I'll fend his soul to hell . vi • Knigbt ,
knigbe , good mother , Bafilifoo like : ) ~ Call me not kravi , but knight , as says ...
Ay , my mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares
but say , thou did'st not well When I was got , I'll fend his soul to hell . vi • Knigbt ,
knigbe , good mother , Bafilifoo like : ) ~ Call me not kravi , but knight , as says ...
Page 444
Ay , hand from hand , my love , and heart from heart . Queen . Banish ' us both ,
and send the king ... Twice for one step I'll groan , the way being short , And piece
the way out with a heavy heart . Come , come , in wooing sorrow let's be brief , 8 ...
Ay , hand from hand , my love , and heart from heart . Queen . Banish ' us both ,
and send the king ... Twice for one step I'll groan , the way being short , And piece
the way out with a heavy heart . Come , come , in wooing sorrow let's be brief , 8 ...
Page 612
It anger'd him to the heart ; but he hath forgot that . i Draw . Why then , cover , and
set them down : And see if thou can'st find out ' Sneak's noise ; mistress
Tearsheet would fain hear some music . Dispatch : -The room where they supp'd ,
is too ...
It anger'd him to the heart ; but he hath forgot that . i Draw . Why then , cover , and
set them down : And see if thou can'st find out ' Sneak's noise ; mistress
Tearsheet would fain hear some music . Dispatch : -The room where they supp'd ,
is too ...
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