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Ye jewels of our father , with wafh'd eyes Cordelia leaves you : I know what you
are , And , like a fifter , am most loth to call Your faults , as they are nam'd . Love
well our father : To your profefling bosoms I commit him ; But yet , alas ! ftood I ...
Ye jewels of our father , with wafh'd eyes Cordelia leaves you : I know what you
are , And , like a fifter , am most loth to call Your faults , as they are nam'd . Love
well our father : To your profefling bosoms I commit him ; But yet , alas ! ftood I ...
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To his Father , that fo tenderly and entirely loves him Heav'n and Earth ! Edmund ,
seek him out ; wind me into him , I pray you ; frame the business after your own
wisdom . I would unftate my felf , to be in a due resolution . Edm . I will seek him ...
To his Father , that fo tenderly and entirely loves him Heav'n and Earth ! Edmund ,
seek him out ; wind me into him , I pray you ; frame the business after your own
wisdom . I would unftate my felf , to be in a due resolution . Edm . I will seek him ...
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Edm . I hear my father coming Pardon mem In cunpingi I must draw my sword
upon you Draw , seem to defend your self , Now quit you wellYield come before
my father - light hoa , here ! Fly , brother Tonches ! so farewel [ Exit Edg . Some ...
Edm . I hear my father coming Pardon mem In cunpingi I must draw my sword
upon you Draw , seem to defend your self , Now quit you wellYield come before
my father - light hoa , here ! Fly , brother Tonches ! so farewel [ Exit Edg . Some ...
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Lavinia , what accursed hand Hath made thee handless , in thy father's spight ? (
9 ) What fool hath added water to the sea ? Or brought a faggot to bright - burning
Troy ? My grief was at the height before thou cam't , And now , like Nilus , it ...
Lavinia , what accursed hand Hath made thee handless , in thy father's spight ? (
9 ) What fool hath added water to the sea ? Or brought a faggot to bright - burning
Troy ? My grief was at the height before thou cam't , And now , like Nilus , it ...
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Sirrah , your father's dead , And what will you do now ? how will you live ? Son ,
As birds do , Mother . ' L. Macd . What , on worms and flies ? Son . On what I get , I
mean ; and fo do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ! Thou'dft never fear the net , nor lime ...
Sirrah , your father's dead , And what will you do now ? how will you live ? Son ,
As birds do , Mother . ' L. Macd . What , on worms and flies ? Son . On what I get , I
mean ; and fo do they . L. Macd . Poor bird ! Thou'dft never fear the net , nor lime ...
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Bibliographic information
| Title | The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 6 The Works of Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 3 Apr 2007 |
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