The Beauties of Shakespeare, Volume 1T. Y. Crowell, 1984 |
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... dost thou , or what art thou , Angelo ? Dost thou desire her foully for those things That make her good ? O , let her brother live : Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves . What , do I love her , That I ...
... dost thou , or what art thou , Angelo ? Dost thou desire her foully for those things That make her good ? O , let her brother live : Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves . What , do I love her , That I ...
Page 45
... dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm . Thy best of rest is sleep , And that thou oft provokest ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death , which is no more . Thou art not thyself ; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That ...
... dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm . Thy best of rest is sleep , And that thou oft provokest ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death , which is no more . Thou art not thyself ; For thou exist'st on many a thousand grains That ...
Page 95
... Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee ? Ariel . No. Prospero . Thou dost , and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the salt deep , To run upon the sharp wind of the north , To do me business in the veins o ' the earth ...
... Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee ? Ariel . No. Prospero . Thou dost , and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the salt deep , To run upon the sharp wind of the north , To do me business in the veins o ' the earth ...
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