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Ay , ay , Antipholis , look strange and frown , Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects : I am not Adriana , nor thy wife . The time was once , when thou , unurg'd , wouldst vow , That never words were musick to thine ear ...
Ay , ay , Antipholis , look strange and frown , Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects : I am not Adriana , nor thy wife . The time was once , when thou , unurg'd , wouldst vow , That never words were musick to thine ear ...
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Thew of blindness ; Ler not my fifter read it in your eye ; · Be - not thy tonguérthy own shame's orator ; Look sweet , fpeak fait ; become disloyalty : Apparel vice ...
Thew of blindness ; Ler not my fifter read it in your eye ; · Be - not thy tonguérthy own shame's orator ; Look sweet , fpeak fait ; become disloyalty : Apparel vice ...
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S. Ant . Sweet mistress ; ( what your name is else , I know not ; Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine :) Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not Than our earth's wonder , more than earth divine .
S. Ant . Sweet mistress ; ( what your name is else , I know not ; Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine :) Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not Than our earth's wonder , more than earth divine .
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Oh , train me not , sweet Mermaid , with thy note , To drown me in thy Gister's flood of tears ; Sing , Siren , for thy self , and I will dote ; Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs , And as a bed I'll take thee , and there lye ...
Oh , train me not , sweet Mermaid , with thy note , To drown me in thy Gister's flood of tears ; Sing , Siren , for thy self , and I will dote ; Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs , And as a bed I'll take thee , and there lye ...
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Here , go , the desk , the purse ; sweet now make haste . Luc . How haft thou lost thy breath ? S. Dro . By running fast . Adr . Where is thy master , Dromio ? is he well ? S. Dro . No , he's in Tartar Limbo , worse than hell ; A devil ...
Here , go , the desk , the purse ; sweet now make haste . Luc . How haft thou lost thy breath ? S. Dro . By running fast . Adr . Where is thy master , Dromio ? is he well ? S. Dro . No , he's in Tartar Limbo , worse than hell ; A devil ...
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