The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volume 18 |
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... to thinke that after he had lyen two hundred yeare in his tombe , he should triumph again on the stage ; and have his bones new embalmed with the teares of ten thousand spectators at least , ( at several times ) who 564 DISSERTATION ...
... to thinke that after he had lyen two hundred yeare in his tombe , he should triumph again on the stage ; and have his bones new embalmed with the teares of ten thousand spectators at least , ( at several times ) who 564 DISSERTATION ...
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