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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... tell your piteous heart , There's no harm done . Mira . O , woe the day ! Pro . No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of ...
... tell your piteous heart , There's no harm done . Mira . O , woe the day ! Pro . No harm . I have done nothing but in care of thee , ( Of thee , my dear one ! thee , my daughter ! ) who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of ...
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... tell me , Who's the next heir of Naples ? Seb . Claribel . Ant . She that is queen of Tunis : she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life ; she that from Naples Can have no note , unless the sun were post , ( The man i ' the moon's ...
... tell me , Who's the next heir of Naples ? Seb . Claribel . Ant . She that is queen of Tunis : she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life ; she that from Naples Can have no note , unless the sun were post , ( The man i ' the moon's ...
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... tell you , and that soundly : you cannot tell who's your friend : open your chaps again . Nor scrape trenchering , nor wash dish ; Ban Ban THE TEMPEST . [ ACT II .
... tell you , and that soundly : you cannot tell who's your friend : open your chaps again . Nor scrape trenchering , nor wash dish ; Ban Ban THE TEMPEST . [ ACT II .
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... tell - tales here ? Jul . If you respect them , best to take them up . Luc . Nay , I was taken up for laying them down : Yet here they shall not lie , for catching cold . Jul . I see you have a month's mind to them . Luc . Ay , madam ...
... tell - tales here ? Jul . If you respect them , best to take them up . Luc . Nay , I was taken up for laying them down : Yet here they shall not lie , for catching cold . Jul . I see you have a month's mind to them . Luc . Ay , madam ...
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... tell thee , my master is become a hot Laun . Why , I tell thee , I care not though he burn himself in love . If thou wilt , go with me to the alehouse ; if not , thou art an Hebrew , a Jew , and not worth the name of a Christian . Speed ...
... tell thee , my master is become a hot Laun . Why , I tell thee , I care not though he burn himself in love . If thou wilt , go with me to the alehouse ; if not , thou art an Hebrew , a Jew , and not worth the name of a Christian . Speed ...
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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...