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After Gon . and Reg . have fartered him with extravagant declarations of the most unbounded love ; Cor . from the fincerity of her heart tells him she can love him no more than in duty bound . Upon which Lear difclaims her as his child ...
After Gon . and Reg . have fartered him with extravagant declarations of the most unbounded love ; Cor . from the fincerity of her heart tells him she can love him no more than in duty bound . Upon which Lear difclaims her as his child ...
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Tell me , Pmy daughters , ( 9 9 Since now we will divest us both of rule , Interest of territory , cares of state ) Which of you , shall we say , doth love us most ? That we our largest bounty may extend " Where nature doth with merit ...
Tell me , Pmy daughters , ( 9 9 Since now we will divest us both of rule , Interest of territory , cares of state ) Which of you , shall we say , doth love us most ? That we our largest bounty may extend " Where nature doth with merit ...
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In my true heart I find , she names my very deed of love ; Only she comes too short ; that I profess Myself an enemy to all other joys , Which the most precious i square of sense k possesses , And W The qu's read a for as ; and * Friend ...
In my true heart I find , she names my very deed of love ; Only she comes too short ; that I profess Myself an enemy to all other joys , Which the most precious i square of sense k possesses , And W The qu's read a for as ; and * Friend ...
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Good my lord , You have begot me , bred me , lov'd me : I Return those duties back , as are right fit ; Obey you , love you , and most honour you . Why have my sisters husbands , if they say , They love you , all ? haply when I shall ...
Good my lord , You have begot me , bred me , lov'd me : I Return those duties back , as are right fit ; Obey you , love you , and most honour you . Why have my sisters husbands , if they say , They love you , all ? haply when I shall ...
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I lov'd her most , and thought to set my rest On her kind nursery . Hence , m and avoid my fight ! [ To Con . Sa be my grave my peace , as here I give Her father's heart from her.Call France -- who stirs ? Call h The qu's read misirelle ...
I lov'd her most , and thought to set my rest On her kind nursery . Hence , m and avoid my fight ! [ To Con . Sa be my grave my peace , as here I give Her father's heart from her.Call France -- who stirs ? Call h The qu's read misirelle ...
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Page 108 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Page 117 - He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Page 2 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Page 95 - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Page 4 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres...
Page 73 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
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| Title | Othello, the Moor of Venice: A Tragedy Hamlet. With alterations and travestie Volume 1, Issue 2 of [Shakespeare, W. [Tragedies] 1770-74 |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | W. Bowyer and J. Nichols, and sold by W. Owen, 1770 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 13 Feb 2007 |
| Length | 133 pages |
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