Remarks on Mr. J. P. Collier's and Mr. C. Knight's editions of ShakespeareE. Moxon, 1843 - 299 pages |
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... harmony : I have not the skill . Ham . Why , look you now , how unworthy a thing you make of me . You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest ...
... harmony : I have not the skill . Ham . Why , look you now , how unworthy a thing you make of me . You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest ...
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| Title | Remarks on Mr. J. P. Collier's and Mr. C. Knight's editions of Shakespeare |
| Author | Alexander Dyce |
| Publisher | E. Moxon, 1843 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 3 Oct 2006 |
| Length | 299 pages |
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