The Works of Shakespear: In Six Volumes, Volume 5J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintot, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. and B. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod, 1745 |
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Page 51
Like empty purses pick d : and his poor felf , A dedicated beggar to the air , With
his disease of all - thunn'd poverty , Walks , like Contempt , alone . More of our
fellows . Enter other Servants . Flav . All broken implements of a ruin'd house !
Like empty purses pick d : and his poor felf , A dedicated beggar to the air , With
his disease of all - thunn'd poverty , Walks , like Contempt , alone . More of our
fellows . Enter other Servants . Flav . All broken implements of a ruin'd house !
Page 110
In what enormity is Martius poor , that you two have not in abundance ? Bru . He's
poor in no one fault , but stor'd with all . Sic . Especially in pride . Bru . And
topping all others in boast . Men . This is strange now ! do you two know how you
are ...
In what enormity is Martius poor , that you two have not in abundance ? Bru . He's
poor in no one fault , but stor'd with all . Sic . Especially in pride . Bru . And
topping all others in boast . Men . This is strange now ! do you two know how you
are ...
Page 430
Marcus , unknit that sorrow - wreathen knot ; Thy niece and ) , poor creatures ,
want our hands , And cannot pasionate our ten - fold grief With folded arms . This
poor right hand of mine Is left to tyrannize upon my breast , And when my heart ,
all ...
Marcus , unknit that sorrow - wreathen knot ; Thy niece and ) , poor creatures ,
want our hands , And cannot pasionate our ten - fold grief With folded arms . This
poor right hand of mine Is left to tyrannize upon my breast , And when my heart ,
all ...
Page 521
Why should I , mother ? poor birds they are not set My father is not dead , for all
your saying . [ for . L. Macd . Yes , he is dead ; how wilt thou do for a fa: Son . Nay
, how will you do for a husband ? [ ther ? L. Macd . Why , I can buy me twenty at ...
Why should I , mother ? poor birds they are not set My father is not dead , for all
your saying . [ for . L. Macd . Yes , he is dead ; how wilt thou do for a fa: Son . Nay
, how will you do for a husband ? [ ther ? L. Macd . Why , I can buy me twenty at ...
Page 523
I'm young , buc something You may 8 / deserve ' of him through me ; ' tis wisdom
To offer up a weak poor innocent lamb , T'appeale an angry God . Macd . I am not
treacherous . Mal . But Macbeth is . A good and virtuous nature may recoil In ...
I'm young , buc something You may 8 / deserve ' of him through me ; ' tis wisdom
To offer up a weak poor innocent lamb , T'appeale an angry God . Macd . I am not
treacherous . Mal . But Macbeth is . A good and virtuous nature may recoil In ...
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