The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens ... |
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Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition ; Concluding , Stay , not yet.¡ª Pro . The hour's now come ; thine ear ; ope The very minute bids thee Obey , and be attentive . Canst thou remember A time ...
Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd And left me to a bootless inquisition ; Concluding , Stay , not yet.¡ª Pro . The hour's now come ; thine ear ; ope The very minute bids thee Obey , and be attentive . Canst thou remember A time ...
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Since thou dost give me pains , Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd , Which is not yet perform'd me . Pro . How now ? moody ? What is't thou canst demand ? Ari . My liberty . Pro . Before the time be out ? no more .
Since thou dost give me pains , Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd , Which is not yet perform'd me . Pro . How now ? moody ? What is't thou canst demand ? Ari . My liberty . Pro . Before the time be out ? no more .
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Thou best know'st ' What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Did make wolves howl , and penetrate the breasts Of ever angry bears : it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd , which Sycorax Could not again undo ; it was mine art ...
Thou best know'st ' What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Did make wolves howl , and penetrate the breasts Of ever angry bears : it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd , which Sycorax Could not again undo ; it was mine art ...
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What a strange drowsiness possesses them ! Ant . It is the quality o ' the climate . Seb . Why Doth it not then our eye - lids sink ? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep . Ant . Nor I ; my spirits are nimble .
What a strange drowsiness possesses them ! Ant . It is the quality o ' the climate . Seb . Why Doth it not then our eye - lids sink ? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep . Ant . Nor I ; my spirits are nimble .
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Thus , sir : Ant . O , out of that no hope , What great hope have you ! no hope , that way , is Another way so high a hope ... destin'd to perform an act , Whereof what's past is prologue ; what to come , In yours and my discharge .
Thus , sir : Ant . O , out of that no hope , What great hope have you ! no hope , that way , is Another way so high a hope ... destin'd to perform an act , Whereof what's past is prologue ; what to come , In yours and my discharge .
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