The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Some account of Shakespeare's life and writings, written by N. Rowe. Dr. Johnson's preface. An essay on the learning of Shakespeare; addressed to Joseph Cradock, Esq. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor.-v. 2. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Merchant of Venice. As you like it.-v. 3. Midsummer night's dream. Much ado nothing. Love's labours lost. Taming of the shrew.-v. 4. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. Winter's tale. Macbeth.-v. 5. King John. Richard the Second. Henry the Fourth, pt. 1-2.-v. 6. King Henry V. King Henry VI, pt. 1-3.-v. 7. Richard the Third. Henry the Eighth. Coriolanus.-v. 8. Julius Caesar. Antony and Cleopatra. Timon of Athens. Titus Andronicus.-v. 9. Troilus and Cressida. Cymbeline. King Lear. Romeo and Juliet.-v. 10. Hamlet. Othello. Pericles, prince of Tyre
H. Durell, 1817
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