The Travellers' Library Shakespeare, Volume 1Jonathan Cape, 1937 |
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Page 161
... dead . Cas . Ha ? Portia ? Bru . She is dead . Cas . How ' scap'd I killing when I cross'd you so ? O insupportable and touching loss ! Upon what sickness ? Bru . Impatient of my absence , And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony ...
... dead . Cas . Ha ? Portia ? Bru . She is dead . Cas . How ' scap'd I killing when I cross'd you so ? O insupportable and touching loss ! Upon what sickness ? Bru . Impatient of my absence , And grief that young Octavius with Mark Antony ...
Page 162
... dead , And by that order of proscription . Had you your letters from your wife , my lord ? Bru . No , Messala . Mes . Nor nothing in your letters writ of her ? Bru . Nothing , Messala . Mes . That , methinks , is strange . Bru . Why ask ...
... dead , And by that order of proscription . Had you your letters from your wife , my lord ? Bru . No , Messala . Mes . Nor nothing in your letters writ of her ? Bru . Nothing , Messala . Mes . That , methinks , is strange . Bru . Why ask ...
Page 314
... dead , makes passionate action ; the poisoner with some three or four comes in again , seems to condole with her ; the dead body is carried away ; the poisoner woos the Queen with gifts ; she seems harsh awhile , but in the end accepts ...
... dead , makes passionate action ; the poisoner with some three or four comes in again , seems to condole with her ; the dead body is carried away ; the poisoner woos the Queen with gifts ; she seems harsh awhile , but in the end accepts ...
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