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Show APPENDIX o04 O thou who nature, taught the' ar To pierce, to cleave, to tear the heart Whatever name delight thy ear Othello, Richard, Hamlet, Lear O undertake my just defence And banish all but nature hence See ! to thy aid, with streaming eyes The fair, afflicted Constance clean.sh data import.tsv out README flies Now, wild as winds, in madness tear Her heaving breasts, and ‘scatter'd hairs Or love on earth disdains relief With all the conscious pride of grief' M Pritchard too, in Hamlet' t Queen The goddess of the sportive scen Here stopp'd her shqrt, and with a sneer My Pritchard, if you please my'dear Her tragic merit I confess But surely mine's her proper dress clean.sh data import.tsv out README Mrs. Cibber, in the character of Lady Constance, in Kin Joh Behol |