The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 5 |
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... should ourselves complain : So thou , that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee , With urging helpless patience , would'st relieve me : But , if thou live to see like right bereft , This fool - begg'd patience in thee will be left .
... should ourselves complain : So thou , that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee , With urging helpless patience , would'st relieve me : But , if thou live to see like right bereft , This fool - begg'd patience in thee will be left .
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Adr . Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense . 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 ...
Adr . Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense . 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 ...
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How many fond fools serve mad jealousy ! [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The same . Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse . Ant . S. The gold , I gave to Dromio , is laid up Safe at the Centaur ; and the heedful slave Is wander'd forth , in care to seek ...
How many fond fools serve mad jealousy ! [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The same . Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse . Ant . S. The gold , I gave to Dromio , is laid up Safe at the Centaur ; and the heedful slave Is wander'd forth , in care to seek ...
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Ant . S. Because that I familiarly sometimes Do use you for my fool , and chat with you , Your sauciness will jest upon my love , And make a common of my serious hours . When the sun shines , let foolish gnats make sport , But creep in ...
Ant . S. Because that I familiarly sometimes Do use you for my fool , and chat with you , Your sauciness will jest upon my love , And make a common of my serious hours . When the sun shines , let foolish gnats make sport , But creep in ...
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Adr . Come , come , no longer will I be a fool , To put the finger in the eye and weep , and master , laugh my woes to scorn.Come , sir , to dinner ; Dromio , keep the gate :Husband , I'll dine above with you to - day , And shrive you ...
Adr . Come , come , no longer will I be a fool , To put the finger in the eye and weep , and master , laugh my woes to scorn.Come , sir , to dinner ; Dromio , keep the gate :Husband , I'll dine above with you to - day , And shrive you ...
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