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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go : I had a thing to say , —But let it The sun is in the heaven ; and the proud day ,
Attended with the pleasures of the world , Is all too wanton , and too full of gawds
, To give me aduience : -If the midnight bell 9 Did , with his iron tongue and ...
go : I had a thing to say , —But let it The sun is in the heaven ; and the proud day ,
Attended with the pleasures of the world , Is all too wanton , and too full of gawds
, To give me aduience : -If the midnight bell 9 Did , with his iron tongue and ...
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Or , Hubert , if you will , cut out my tongue , So I may keep mine eyes ; O , spare
mine eyes ; Though to no use , but still to look on you ! Lo , by my troth , the
inkrument is cold , And would not harm me . Hub . I can heat it , boy . Artb . No , in
good ...
Or , Hubert , if you will , cut out my tongue , So I may keep mine eyes ; O , spare
mine eyes ; Though to no use , but still to look on you ! Lo , by my troth , the
inkrument is cold , And would not harm me . Hub . I can heat it , boy . Artb . No , in
good ...
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The language I have learn'd these forty years , My native English , now I must
forego : And now my tongue's use is to me no more , Than an unstringed viol , or
a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up , Or , being open , pur into his
hands ...
The language I have learn'd these forty years , My native English , now I must
forego : And now my tongue's use is to me no more , Than an unstringed viol , or
a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up , Or , being open , pur into his
hands ...
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... Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy
sovereign's enemies . Mock not my sense ! efs conjuration , lords ; This earth
shall have a feeling , and these stones a wiib . werping . s Guard it , ] -- Place an
adder there ...
... Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy
sovereign's enemies . Mock not my sense ! efs conjuration , lords ; This earth
shall have a feeling , and these stones a wiib . werping . s Guard it , ] -- Place an
adder there ...
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No , on the barren mountains let him ftarve , For I shall never hold that man my
friend , Whole tongue shall ask me for one penny coft To ransom home revolted
Mortimer . Hot . Revolted Mortimer ! He never did fall off , my sovereign liege ...
No , on the barren mountains let him ftarve , For I shall never hold that man my
friend , Whole tongue shall ask me for one penny coft To ransom home revolted
Mortimer . Hot . Revolted Mortimer ! He never did fall off , my sovereign liege ...
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