The Plays of Shakspeare, Volume 1Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
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... speak ; tell me . Ari . Sir , in Argier . Pro . O , was she so ? I must , Once in a month , recount what thou hast been , Which thou forget'st . This damn'd witch , Sy- corax , For mischiefs manifold , and sorceries terrible To enter ...
... speak ; tell me . Ari . Sir , in Argier . Pro . O , was she so ? I must , Once in a month , recount what thou hast been , Which thou forget'st . This damn'd witch , Sy- corax , For mischiefs manifold , and sorceries terrible To enter ...
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... speak of Naples : He does hear me ; And , that he does , I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , ne'er ... speak not for him . To Ferd . Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor . - Come . [ Exeunt . 1 Ant . O , widow Dido ; ay ...
... speak of Naples : He does hear me ; And , that he does , I weep : myself am Naples ; Who with mine eyes , ne'er ... speak not for him . To Ferd . Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor . - Come . [ Exeunt . 1 Ant . O , widow Dido ; ay ...
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... speak doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in : you rub the sore , When you should bring the plaster . Seb . Very well . Ant . And most chirurgeonly . Gon . It is foul weather in us all , good sir , When you are cloudy . Seb ...
... speak doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in : you rub the sore , When you should bring the plaster . Seb . Very well . Ant . And most chirurgeonly . Gon . It is foul weather in us all , good sir , When you are cloudy . Seb ...
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... speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ; standing , speaking , moving , And yet so fast ...
... speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ; standing , speaking , moving , And yet so fast ...
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... speak in print ; for in print I found it . Why muse you , sir ? ' tis dinner time . Val . I have dined . Speed . Ay , but hearken , sir ; though the ca- meleon Love can feed on the air , I am one that am nourished by my victuals , and ...
... speak in print ; for in print I found it . Why muse you , sir ? ' tis dinner time . Val . I have dined . Speed . Ay , but hearken , sir ; though the ca- meleon Love can feed on the air , I am one that am nourished by my victuals , and ...
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