The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 5 |
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The children thus dispos'd , my wife and I , Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fix'd , Fasten'd ourselves at either end the mast ; And floating straight , obedient to the stream , Were carried towards Corinth ...
The children thus dispos'd , my wife and I , Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fix'd , Fasten'd ourselves at either end the mast ; And floating straight , obedient to the stream , Were carried towards Corinth ...
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They say , this town is full of cozenage ; As , nimble jugglers , that deceive the eye , Dark - working sorcerers , that change the mind , Soul - killing witches , that deform the body ; Disguised cheaters , prating mountebanks ...
They say , this town is full of cozenage ; As , nimble jugglers , that deceive the eye , Dark - working sorcerers , that change the mind , Soul - killing witches , that deform the body ; Disguised cheaters , prating mountebanks ...
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Adr . There's none , but asses , will be bridled so . Luc . Why , headstrong liberty is lash'd with woe . There's nothing situate under heaven's eye , But hath his bound , in earth , in sea , in sky : The beasts , the fishes , and the ...
Adr . There's none , but asses , will be bridled so . Luc . Why , headstrong liberty is lash'd with woe . There's nothing situate under heaven's eye , But hath his bound , in earth , in sea , in sky : The beasts , the fishes , and the ...
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I know his eye doth homage otherwhere ; Or else , what lets it but he would be here ? Sister , you know , he promised me a chain ;Would that alone alone he would detain , So he would keep fair quarter with his bed !
I know his eye doth homage otherwhere ; Or else , what lets it but he would be here ? Sister , you know , he promised me a chain ;Would that alone alone he would detain , So he would keep fair quarter with his bed !
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Since that my beauty cannot please his eye , I'll weep what's left away , and weeping die . Luc . How many fond fools serve mad jealousy ! [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The same . Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse . Ant . S. The gold , I gave to ...
Since that my beauty cannot please his eye , I'll weep what's left away , and weeping die . Luc . How many fond fools serve mad jealousy ! [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The same . Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse . Ant . S. The gold , I gave to ...
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