The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 5 |
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E. What mean you , sir ? for God's sake , hold your hands ; Nay , an you will not , sir , I'll take my heels . [ Erit Dro . E. Ant . S. Upon my life , by some device or other , The villain is o'er - raught of all my money .
E. What mean you , sir ? for God's sake , hold your hands ; Nay , an you will not , sir , I'll take my heels . [ Erit Dro . E. Ant . S. Upon my life , by some device or other , The villain is o'er - raught of all my money .
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Adr . Say , is your tardy master now at hand ? Dro . E. Nay , he is at two hands with me , and that my two ears can witness . Adr . Say , didst thou speak with him ? know'st thou his mind ? Dro . E. Ay , ay , he told his mind upon mine ...
Adr . Say , is your tardy master now at hand ? Dro . E. Nay , he is at two hands with me , and that my two ears can witness . Adr . Say , didst thou speak with him ? know'st thou his mind ? Dro . E. Ay , ay , he told his mind upon mine ...
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The time was once , when thou unurg'd would'st vow , That never words were musick to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour'd in thy taste ...
The time was once , when thou unurg'd would'st vow , That never words were musick to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour'd in thy taste ...
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Would'st thou not spit at me , and spurn at me , And hurl the name of husband in my face , And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot brow , And from my false hand cut the wedding ring , And break it with a deep - divorcing vow ?
Would'st thou not spit at me , and spurn at me , And hurl the name of husband in my face , And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot brow , And from my false hand cut the wedding ring , And break it with a deep - divorcing vow ?
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E. Say what you will , sir , but I know what I know : That you beat me at the mart , I have your hand to show : If the skin were parchment , and the blows you gave were ink , Your own handwriting would tell you what I think .
E. Say what you will , sir , but I know what I know : That you beat me at the mart , I have your hand to show : If the skin were parchment , and the blows you gave were ink , Your own handwriting would tell you what I think .
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