The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volume 1 |
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Page 126
Tapers they are , with your sweet breaths This is the ape of form , monsieur the
nice , puff'd out . That , when he plays at tables , chides the dice Ros . WelMiking
wits they have ; gross , gross ; fat , In honourable terms ; nay , he can sing fat .
Tapers they are , with your sweet breaths This is the ape of form , monsieur the
nice , puff'd out . That , when he plays at tables , chides the dice Ros . WelMiking
wits they have ; gross , gross ; fat , In honourable terms ; nay , he can sing fat .
Page 129
And so adieu , sweet Jude ! nay , why dost thou stay ? Dum . Hector will
challenge him . Dum . For the latter end of his name . Biron . Ay , if he have no
more man's blood in's bele Biren . For the ass to the Jude ; give it him : -Jud- | ly
than will ...
And so adieu , sweet Jude ! nay , why dost thou stay ? Dum . Hector will
challenge him . Dum . For the latter end of his name . Biron . Ay , if he have no
more man's blood in's bele Biren . For the ass to the Jude ; give it him : -Jud- | ly
than will ...
Page 185
What , wilt thou hear some music , my sweet And bless it to all fair posterity : love
? There shall the pairs of faithful lovers ble Bat . I have a reasonable good ear in
music : let us Wedded , with Theseus , all in jollity . have the tongs and the bones
...
What , wilt thou hear some music , my sweet And bless it to all fair posterity : love
? There shall the pairs of faithful lovers ble Bat . I have a reasonable good ear in
music : let us Wedded , with Theseus , all in jollity . have the tongs and the bones
...
Page 749
You speak your fair pleasure , sweet queen.But tickles still the sore . Jair prince ,
here is good broken music . Par . You have broke it , cousin ; and , by my life ,
These lovers cry - Oh ! oh ! they die ! Tet that which seems the wound to kill , you
...
You speak your fair pleasure , sweet queen.But tickles still the sore . Jair prince ,
here is good broken music . Par . You have broke it , cousin ; and , by my life ,
These lovers cry - Oh ! oh ! they die ! Tet that which seems the wound to kill , you
...
Page 760
Bid me do any thing but that , sweet Greek . Mien . Good night , my lordi . Dio .
Good night . Heci . Good night , sveet Menelaus . Tro . Hold , patience ! Ther .
Sucet draught : Sweet , quouha ! sweet sink , Ulyss . How now , Trojan ? sweet
sewer .
Bid me do any thing but that , sweet Greek . Mien . Good night , my lordi . Dio .
Good night . Heci . Good night , sveet Menelaus . Tro . Hold , patience ! Ther .
Sucet draught : Sweet , quouha ! sweet sink , Ulyss . How now , Trojan ? sweet
sewer .
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Bibliographic information
| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare, Volume 1 |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Edition | 6 |
| Publisher | Charles Willliams, 1813 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
| Length | 913 pages |
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