The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: From the Text of Johnson, Steevens, and Reed |
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—That is a Are register'd where every day I turn [ pains On which I must fall down , or else o'erleap , [ aside . ' The leaf to read them . Let us toward the king . For in my way it lies . Stars , hide your fires !
—That is a Are register'd where every day I turn [ pains On which I must fall down , or else o'erleap , [ aside . ' The leaf to read them . Let us toward the king . For in my way it lies . Stars , hide your fires !
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Turn , hell - hound , turn ! Macduf , 8c . and their army , with boughs . Macb . Of all men else I have avoided thee Mal . Now near enough ; your leafy screens But get thee back , my soul is too much charg'd throw down , With blood of ...
Turn , hell - hound , turn ! Macduf , 8c . and their army , with boughs . Macb . Of all men else I have avoided thee Mal . Now near enough ; your leafy screens But get thee back , my soul is too much charg'd throw down , With blood of ...
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O , Hamlet , speak no more : Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul ; Zhat I have utterd : bring me to the test , , And I the matter will re - word ; övhich inadness And there I see such black and grained spots , Would gambol fren .
O , Hamlet , speak no more : Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul ; Zhat I have utterd : bring me to the test , , And I the matter will re - word ; övhich inadness And there I see such black and grained spots , Would gambol fren .
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Thought and affliction , passion , hell itself , Sith you have heard , and with a knowing ear , She turns to favour , and to prettiness . That he , which hath your noble father slain , m . Opk . And will he not come again ? [ sings .
Thought and affliction , passion , hell itself , Sith you have heard , and with a knowing ear , She turns to favour , and to prettiness . That he , which hath your noble father slain , m . Opk . And will he not come again ? [ sings .
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He does well , to commend Free me so far in your most generous thoughts , it himself ; there are no tongues else for's turn . That I have shot my arrow o'er the house , Hor . This lapwing runs away with the shell And hurt my brother ...
He does well , to commend Free me so far in your most generous thoughts , it himself ; there are no tongues else for's turn . That I have shot my arrow o'er the house , Hor . This lapwing runs away with the shell And hurt my brother ...
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