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Cap . A fortnight and odd days . Nurse . Even or odd , of all days in the year ,
come Lammas - eve at night , shall the be fourteen . Susan and the ( God rest all
christian souls ! ) were of an age . Well , Suson is with God , she was too good for
me ...
Cap . A fortnight and odd days . Nurse . Even or odd , of all days in the year ,
come Lammas - eve at night , shall the be fourteen . Susan and the ( God rest all
christian souls ! ) were of an age . Well , Suson is with God , she was too good for
me ...
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That thou , dead corfe , again , in compleat steel , Revisiest thus the glimpses of
the moon , Making night hideous , and ' us fools of nature So horribly to shake our
disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Say , why is this ?
That thou , dead corfe , again , in compleat steel , Revisiest thus the glimpses of
the moon , Making night hideous , and ' us fools of nature So horribly to shake our
disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Say , why is this ?
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Therefore , since brevity's the soul of wit , And tediousness the limbs and outward
flourishes , I will be brief ; you noble son is mad ; Mad , call I it ; for , to define true
madness , What is't , but to be nothing else but mad ? But let that go Queen .
Therefore , since brevity's the soul of wit , And tediousness the limbs and outward
flourishes , I will be brief ; you noble son is mad ; Mad , call I it ; for , to define true
madness , What is't , but to be nothing else but mad ? But let that go Queen .
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Soft , now to my motherO heart , lose not thy nature ; let not ever The Soul of Nero
enter this firm bosom ; Let me be cruel , but not unnatural ; I will speak daggers to
her , but use none . My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites ; How in my ...
Soft , now to my motherO heart , lose not thy nature ; let not ever The Soul of Nero
enter this firm bosom ; Let me be cruel , but not unnatural ; I will speak daggers to
her , but use none . My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites ; How in my ...
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But , in the verity of extolment , I take him to be + a Soul of great article ; and his
infufions of such dearth and rareness , as , to make true diction of him , bis
Semblable is bis mirrour ; and , who else would trace him , bis umbrage , nothing
more .
But , in the verity of extolment , I take him to be + a Soul of great article ; and his
infufions of such dearth and rareness , as , to make true diction of him , bis
Semblable is bis mirrour ; and , who else would trace him , bis umbrage , nothing
more .
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volume 8 The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Dec 2006 |
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