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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... mind to sink ? Seb . A pox o ' your throat ! you bawling , blasphem- ous , incharitable dog ! Boats . Work you , then . Ant . Hang , cur , hang ! you whoreson , insolent noise - maker , we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art ...
... mind to sink ? Seb . A pox o ' your throat ! you bawling , blasphem- ous , incharitable dog ! Boats . Work you , then . Ant . Hang , cur , hang ! you whoreson , insolent noise - maker , we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art ...
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... mind ? What see'st thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time ? If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here , How thou cam'st here thou may'st . Mira . Pro . Twelve year since , Miranda , twelve year But that I do not . Thy ...
... mind ? What see'st thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time ? If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here , How thou cam'st here thou may'st . Mira . Pro . Twelve year since , Miranda , twelve year But that I do not . Thy ...
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... mind that I do ! what a sleep were this For your advancement ! Do you understand me ? Seb . Methinks , I do . Ant . And how does your content Tender your own good fortune ? Seb . I remember , You did supplant your brother Prospero . Ant ...
... mind that I do ! what a sleep were this For your advancement ! Do you understand me ? Seb . Methinks , I do . Ant . And how does your content Tender your own good fortune ? Seb . I remember , You did supplant your brother Prospero . Ant ...
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... mind me . Trin . Here's neither brush nor shrub , to bear off any weather at all , and another storm brewing ; I hear it sing i ' the wind : yond ' same black cloud , yond ' huge one , looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his ...
... mind me . Trin . Here's neither brush nor shrub , to bear off any weather at all , and another storm brewing ; I hear it sing i ' the wind : yond ' same black cloud , yond ' huge one , looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his ...
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... mind . Fer . Mira . We wish your peace . [ Exeunt . Pro . Come with a thought : -I thank thee , Ariel : come . Enter Ariel . Ari . Thy thoughts I cleave to : What's thy plea- sure ? Pro . Spirit , We must prepare to meet with Caliban ...
... mind . Fer . Mira . We wish your peace . [ Exeunt . Pro . Come with a thought : -I thank thee , Ariel : come . Enter Ariel . Ari . Thy thoughts I cleave to : What's thy plea- sure ? Pro . Spirit , We must prepare to meet with Caliban ...
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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...