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With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are
Added Notes by Sam Johnson William Shakespeare. Enter Juliet . Par . Welcome
, my love , my lady and my wife ! Jul . That may be , Sir , when I may be a wife .
Par .
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are
Added Notes by Sam Johnson William Shakespeare. Enter Juliet . Par . Welcome
, my love , my lady and my wife ! Jul . That may be , Sir , when I may be a wife .
Par .
Pagina 320
Forsooth , a great arithmetician , One Michael Casio , " a Florentine , A fellow
almoft damn'd 3 in a fair wife ; 2 La Florentine , ] It ap . These are the words of
Othelle , pears from many pasiages of this ( which lago in this relation replav , (
rightly ...
Forsooth , a great arithmetician , One Michael Casio , " a Florentine , A fellow
almoft damn'd 3 in a fair wife ; 2 La Florentine , ] It ap . These are the words of
Othelle , pears from many pasiages of this ( which lago in this relation replav , (
rightly ...
Pagina 346
Most humbly therefore bending to your State , + I crave fit difpofition for my wife ,
Due reference of place , and exhibition , With 2 But words are words ; I never That
the bruis'd beart was yet did hear , pieced through the car . That the ...
Most humbly therefore bending to your State , + I crave fit difpofition for my wife ,
Due reference of place , and exhibition , With 2 But words are words ; I never That
the bruis'd beart was yet did hear , pieced through the car . That the ...
Pagina 459
... she'll , fure , speak to my wife ? My wife ! my wife ! What wife ? I have no wife .
Oh insupportable ! oh heavy hour ! Methinks , it should be now a huge eclipse Of
Of Sun , and Moon , and that th ' THE MOOR OF VENICE . 459 SCENE VII. ...
... she'll , fure , speak to my wife ? My wife ! my wife ! What wife ? I have no wife .
Oh insupportable ! oh heavy hour ! Methinks , it should be now a huge eclipse Of
Of Sun , and Moon , and that th ' THE MOOR OF VENICE . 459 SCENE VII. ...
Pagina 465
Oh murd'rous coxcomb ! what should such a fool Do with so good a wife ? [ The
Moor runs at Iago , who breaks through and wounds his wife ; then runs out . Oib .
3 Are there no stones in heav'n , But what serve for the thunder ? Precious ...
Oh murd'rous coxcomb ! what should such a fool Do with so good a wife ? [ The
Moor runs at Iago , who breaks through and wounds his wife ; then runs out . Oib .
3 Are there no stones in heav'n , But what serve for the thunder ? Precious ...
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