The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 6Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Page 2756
... dead . Ant . Where died fhe ? 2 Mef . In Scicion , her length of Sickness With what elfe more serious , Importeth thee to know , this bears . Ant . Forbear me . There's a great Spirit gone , thus did I defire it , What our Contempts do ...
... dead . Ant . Where died fhe ? 2 Mef . In Scicion , her length of Sickness With what elfe more serious , Importeth thee to know , this bears . Ant . Forbear me . There's a great Spirit gone , thus did I defire it , What our Contempts do ...
Page 2757
... dead . Eno . Fulvia ? Ant . Dead . Eno . Why Sir , give the Gods a thankful Sacrifice : when it pleafeth their Deities to take the Wife of a Man from him , it fhews to Man the Tailors of the Earth : Comforting him therein , that when ...
... dead . Eno . Fulvia ? Ant . Dead . Eno . Why Sir , give the Gods a thankful Sacrifice : when it pleafeth their Deities to take the Wife of a Man from him , it fhews to Man the Tailors of the Earth : Comforting him therein , that when ...
Page 2760
... dead , my Queen , Look here , and at thy Sovereign leifure read The Garboyls fhe awak'd ; at the laft , beft . See when , and where fhe died . Cleo . O moft falfe Love ! Where be the facred Viols thou should'st fill With forrowful Water ...
... dead , my Queen , Look here , and at thy Sovereign leifure read The Garboyls fhe awak'd ; at the laft , beft . See when , and where fhe died . Cleo . O moft falfe Love ! Where be the facred Viols thou should'st fill With forrowful Water ...
Page 2767
... dead , did trefpaffes to Cafar , His Brother warr'd upon him , although I think Not mov'd by Antony . Pom . I know not , Menas , How leffer Enmities may give way to greater . Were't not that we ftand up against them all , ' Twere ...
... dead , did trefpaffes to Cafar , His Brother warr'd upon him , although I think Not mov'd by Antony . Pom . I know not , Menas , How leffer Enmities may give way to greater . Were't not that we ftand up against them all , ' Twere ...
Page 2777
... dead ; If thou fay fo , Villain , thou kill'ft thy Mistress : But well and free , if thou fo yield him . There is Gold , and here My blewest Veins to kifs : a hand that Kings Have lipt , and trembled kiffing . Mef . Firft , Madam , he ...
... dead ; If thou fay fo , Villain , thou kill'ft thy Mistress : But well and free , if thou fo yield him . There is Gold , and here My blewest Veins to kifs : a hand that Kings Have lipt , and trembled kiffing . Mef . Firft , Madam , he ...
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Ægypt Antony Bawd beft Cafar Capt Captain Cleo Cleopatra Clot Crom Cromwell Cymbeline Daughter Death defire doft doth e'er Enter Exeunt Exit fafe faid Fath Father feem felf fhall fhew fhould fince firft flain Flow Flowerdale fome Fortune fpeak Friends ftand ftill fuch fure fweet Gent Gentleman Gods Guiderius hath hear Heart Heav'n himſelf honeft Honour Houfe i'faith Iach King Knight Lady laft Lanc Locrine Lord Lord Cobham Luce Madam Mafter Mark Antony marry Miſtreſs moft Mony muft muſt ne'er never noble on't Pericles pleaſe Pleaſure Poft Pofthumus Pompey pray prefent Prieft Prifon Queen Scythians ſhall Sifter Sir John Oldcastle Sir Lancelot Sirrah ſpeak tell thee thefe there's theſe thofe thou art Thra troth unto Weath whofe Wife worfe
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