The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. With Glossarial Notes, 9±Ç |
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Of the king's looks , hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2 Gent . And why so ? 1 Gent . He that hath miss'd the princess , is a thing Too bad for bad report : and he that hath her , ( I mean , that married her ...
Of the king's looks , hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at . 2 Gent . And why so ? 1 Gent . He that hath miss'd the princess , is a thing Too bad for bad report : and he that hath her , ( I mean , that married her ...
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Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's : take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . Post . How ! how ! another ? - You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear up 6 my embracements ...
Look here , love ; This diamond was my mother's : take it , heart ; But keep it till you woo another wife , When Imogen is dead . Post . How ! how ! another ? - You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear up 6 my embracements ...
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I would have broke mine eye - strings ; crack'd them , but To look upon him ; till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle : Nay , follow'd him , till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air ; and then Have ...
I would have broke mine eye - strings ; crack'd them , but To look upon him ; till the diminution Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle : Nay , follow'd him , till he had melted from The smallness of a gnat to air ; and then Have ...
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You look on me ; What wreck discern you Deserves your pity ? Iach . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun , and solace I'the dungeon by a snuff ? in me , 4 Imo . I pray you , sir , Deliver with 26 ACT I. CYMBELINE .
You look on me ; What wreck discern you Deserves your pity ? Iach . Lamentable ! What ! To hide me from the radiant sun , and solace I'the dungeon by a snuff ? in me , 4 Imo . I pray you , sir , Deliver with 26 ACT I. CYMBELINE .
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Clo . Leonatus ! a banished rascal ; and he's another , whatsoever he be . Who told you of this stranger ? i Lord . One of your lordship's pages . Clo . Is it fit , I went to look upon him ? Is there no derogation in't ? i Lord .
Clo . Leonatus ! a banished rascal ; and he's another , whatsoever he be . Who told you of this stranger ? i Lord . One of your lordship's pages . Clo . Is it fit , I went to look upon him ? Is there no derogation in't ? i Lord .
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