Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. A winter's tale. King John. King Richard II. First and second parts of King Henry IV. King Henry V. First and second parts of King Henry VIG. Routledge & sons, limited, 1875 |
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... dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know Did never ...
... dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know Did never ...
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... Dear , they durst not ; ( So dear the love my people bore me ) nor set A mark so bloody on the business ; but With colours fairer painted their foul ends . In few , they hurried us aboard a bark ; Bore us some leagues to sea ; where ...
... Dear , they durst not ; ( So dear the love my people bore me ) nor set A mark so bloody on the business ; but With colours fairer painted their foul ends . In few , they hurried us aboard a bark ; Bore us some leagues to sea ; where ...
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... dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off : Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira . ' T is a villain ...
... dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off : Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira . ' T is a villain ...
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... dear friend , Shall be my precedent ; as thou gott'st Milan , I'll come by Naples . Draw thy sword : one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; And I the king shall love thee . 20 Ant . Draw together : And when I ...
... dear friend , Shall be my precedent ; as thou gott'st Milan , I'll come by Naples . Draw thy sword : one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st ; And I the king shall love thee . 20 Ant . Draw together : And when I ...
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... dear mistress , The sun will set before I shall discharge What I must strive to do . If you'll sit down Mira . I'll bear your logs the while : Pray give me that ; I'll carry it to the pile . Fer . dishonour undergo , No , precious ...
... dear mistress , The sun will set before I shall discharge What I must strive to do . If you'll sit down Mira . I'll bear your logs the while : Pray give me that ; I'll carry it to the pile . Fer . dishonour undergo , No , precious ...
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Page 374 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.
Page 223 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...