The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens ... |
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... yare ; lower , lower ; bring her to try with main course . [ A cry within . ] A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather , or our office.Renter Sebastian , Antonio , and Gonzalo . Yet again ? what do you here ?
... yare ; lower , lower ; bring her to try with main course . [ A cry within . ] A plague upon this howling ! they are louder than the weather , or our office.Renter Sebastian , Antonio , and Gonzalo . Yet again ? what do you here ?
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Hear a little further , And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . Mira . Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us ? Pro .
Hear a little further , And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us ; without the which , this story Were most impertinent . Mira . Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us ? Pro .
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... bring forth more islands . Gon . Ay ? Ant . Why , in good time , Gon . Sir , we were talking , that our garments seem now as fresh , as when we were at Tunis , at the marriage of your daughter , who is now queen .
... bring forth more islands . Gon . Ay ? Ant . Why , in good time , Gon . Sir , we were talking , that our garments seem now as fresh , as when we were at Tunis , at the marriage of your daughter , who is now queen .
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We have lost your son , I fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business ' making , Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's Your own . 1 Alon . So is the dearest of the loss . Gon .
We have lost your son , I fear , for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business ' making , Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's Your own . 1 Alon . So is the dearest of the loss . Gon .
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My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in : you rub the sore , When you should bring the plaster . Seb . Ant . And most chirurgeonly . Gon . It is foul weather in us all , good sir ...
My lord Sebastian , The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in : you rub the sore , When you should bring the plaster . Seb . Ant . And most chirurgeonly . Gon . It is foul weather in us all , good sir ...
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