The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 33University Society, 1901 |
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Page 288
... thee . [ to GONERIL . ] Life and death ! I am asham'd That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus ; That these hot tears , which break from me perforce , Should make thee worth them . Blasts and fogs upon thee ! The untented woundings ...
... thee . [ to GONERIL . ] Life and death ! I am asham'd That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus ; That these hot tears , which break from me perforce , Should make thee worth them . Blasts and fogs upon thee ! The untented woundings ...
Page 295
... thee , Friend : art of this house ? KENT . Ay . Osw . Where may we set our horses ? KENT . I ' the mire . Osw . Pr'ythee , if thou lovest me , tell me . KENT . I love thee not . Osw . Why , then I care not for thee . KENT . If I had thee ...
... thee , Friend : art of this house ? KENT . Ay . Osw . Where may we set our horses ? KENT . I ' the mire . Osw . Pr'ythee , if thou lovest me , tell me . KENT . I love thee not . Osw . Why , then I care not for thee . KENT . If I had thee ...
Page 296
... thee nor knows thee ! KENT . What a brazen - fac'd varlet art thou , to deny thou knowest me ! Is it two days since I tripp'd up thy heels and beat thee before the King ? Draw , you Rogue ! for , though it be night , yet the Moon shines ...
... thee nor knows thee ! KENT . What a brazen - fac'd varlet art thou , to deny thou knowest me ! Is it two days since I tripp'd up thy heels and beat thee before the King ? Draw , you Rogue ! for , though it be night , yet the Moon shines ...
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