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Are you not ? come , tell me true ; it shall be the better for you . . Clo . Truly , sir , I
am a poor fellow , that would live . Escal . How would you live , Pompey ? by
being a bawd ? What do you think of the trade , Pompey ? is it a lawful trade ?
Clo .
Are you not ? come , tell me true ; it shall be the better for you . . Clo . Truly , sir , I
am a poor fellow , that would live . Escal . How would you live , Pompey ? by
being a bawd ? What do you think of the trade , Pompey ? is it a lawful trade ?
Clo .
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... would much better please me , Than to demand what ' tis . Your brother cannot
live . Isab . Even so ? - Heaven keep your honour ! [ Retiring . Ang . Yet may he
live a while ; and 40 ACT 11 . MEASURE FOR MBASURE .
... would much better please me , Than to demand what ' tis . Your brother cannot
live . Isab . Even so ? - Heaven keep your honour ! [ Retiring . Ang . Yet may he
live a while ; and 40 ACT 11 . MEASURE FOR MBASURE .
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The evil that thou causest to be done , That is thy means to live : Do thou but think
What ' tis to cram a maw , or clothe a back , From such a filthy vice : say to thyself ,
— From their abominable and beastly touches I drink , I eat , array myself , and ...
The evil that thou causest to be done , That is thy means to live : Do thou but think
What ' tis to cram a maw , or clothe a back , From such a filthy vice : say to thyself ,
— From their abominable and beastly touches I drink , I eat , array myself , and ...
Page 147
... ( As recompense of our dear services , Past , and to come , ) that you do
change this purpose ; Which , being so horrible , so bloody , must Lead on to
some foul issue : We all kneel . Leon . I am a feather for each wind that blows :
Shall I live ...
... ( As recompense of our dear services , Past , and to come , ) that you do
change this purpose ; Which , being so horrible , so bloody , must Lead on to
some foul issue : We all kneel . Leon . I am a feather for each wind that blows :
Shall I live ...
Page 294
... nor no poor knight ; When slanders do not live in tongues ; Nor cutpurses come
not to throngs ; When usurers tell their gold i ' the field ; And bawds and whores
do churches build ; Then shall the realm of Albion Come to great confusion .
... nor no poor knight ; When slanders do not live in tongues ; Nor cutpurses come
not to throngs ; When usurers tell their gold i ' the field ; And bawds and whores
do churches build ; Then shall the realm of Albion Come to great confusion .
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Angelo answer Attendants Bawd bear better blood bring brother Camillo child Claudio comes Corn daughter dear death dost doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fault fear fellow Fool fortune friar Gent give Gloster gone grace hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hence highness hold honour I'll Isab justice keep Kent kind king lady Lear leave Leon live look lord Lucio madam maid marry master means nature never night noble Officers pardon Paul poor pray present prince prison Prov Provost queen SCENE seems Serv servant Shep sister speak stand stay Stew strange tell thank thee there's thine thing thou art thought true What's wife
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Page 162 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
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| Title | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 9 The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 27 Dec 2006 |
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