The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Volume 3 |
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... the heavens ; rouse up a brave mind , says the fiend , and run . Well , my
conscience , hanging about the neck of my heart , says very wisely to me , - my
honest friend Launcelot , being an honest man ' s son , — or rather an honest
woman ' s ...
... the heavens ; rouse up a brave mind , says the fiend , and run . Well , my
conscience , hanging about the neck of my heart , says very wisely to me , - my
honest friend Launcelot , being an honest man ' s son , — or rather an honest
woman ' s ...
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Well , if fortune be a woman , she ' s a good wench for this gear . - Father , come ;
I ' ll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye . SExeunt LAUNCELOT
and old GOBBO . Bass . I pray thee , good Leonardo , think on this ; These things
...
Well , if fortune be a woman , she ' s a good wench for this gear . - Father , come ;
I ' ll take my leave of the Jew in the twinkling of an eye . SExeunt LAUNCELOT
and old GOBBO . Bass . I pray thee , good Leonardo , think on this ; These things
...
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... ship of rich lading wreck ' d on the narrow seas ; the Goodwins , I think they call
the place ; a very dangerous flat , and fatal , where the carcases of many a tall
ship lie buried , as they say , if my gossip report be an honest woman of her word
.
... ship of rich lading wreck ' d on the narrow seas ; the Goodwins , I think they call
the place ; a very dangerous flat , and fatal , where the carcases of many a tall
ship lie buried , as they say , if my gossip report be an honest woman of her word
.
Page 68
It is much , that the Moor should be more than reason : but if she be less than an
honest woman , she is , indeed , more than I took her for . Lor . How every fool
can play upon the word ! I think , the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence
...
It is much , that the Moor should be more than reason : but if she be less than an
honest woman , she is , indeed , more than I took her for . Lor . How every fool
can play upon the word ! I think , the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence
...
Page 69
... he should never come to heaven . Why , if two gods should play some
heavenly match , And on the wager lay two earthly women , And Portia one ,
there must be something else Pawn ' d with the other ; for the poor MERCHANT
OF VENICE .
... he should never come to heaven . Why , if two gods should play some
heavenly match , And on the wager lay two earthly women , And Portia one ,
there must be something else Pawn ' d with the other ; for the poor MERCHANT
OF VENICE .
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