The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 33University Society, 1901 |
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Page 329
... gone : if , for my sake , Thou wilt o'ertake us , hence a mile or twain , I ' the way toward Dover , do it for ancient love ; And bring some covering for this naked soul , Which I'll entreat to lead me . OLD MAN . Alack , Sir , he is ...
... gone : if , for my sake , Thou wilt o'ertake us , hence a mile or twain , I ' the way toward Dover , do it for ancient love ; And bring some covering for this naked soul , Which I'll entreat to lead me . OLD MAN . Alack , Sir , he is ...
Page 339
... Gone , Sir : farewell . And yet I know not how conceit may rob The treasury of life , when life itself Yields to the theft . Had he been where he thought , By this had thought been past . Alive or dead ? Ho you , Sir ! Friend ! Hear you ...
... Gone , Sir : farewell . And yet I know not how conceit may rob The treasury of life , when life itself Yields to the theft . Had he been where he thought , By this had thought been past . Alive or dead ? Ho you , Sir ! Friend ! Hear you ...
Page 360
... gone for ever ! I know when one is dead , and when one lives ; She's dead as earth ! Lend me a looking - glass ; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone , Why , then she lives . KENT . Is this the promis'd end ? EDG . Or image ...
... gone for ever ! I know when one is dead , and when one lives ; She's dead as earth ! Lend me a looking - glass ; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone , Why , then she lives . KENT . Is this the promis'd end ? EDG . Or image ...
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