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... mistress , that , when I look on you , I can hardly think you my master . VAL . Are all these things perceived in me ? SPEED . They are all perceived without ye . " Sound one into the drowsy race of night . " b Like one that takes diet ...
... mistress , that , when I look on you , I can hardly think you my master . VAL . Are all these things perceived in me ? SPEED . They are all perceived without ye . " Sound one into the drowsy race of night . " b Like one that takes diet ...
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... mistress , a thousand good- morrows . SPEED . O , give ye good ev'n ! here's a million of manners . [ Aside . SIL . Sir Valentine and servant , ( 2 ) to you two thousand . SPEED . He should give her interest , and she gives it him . VAL ...
... mistress , a thousand good- morrows . SPEED . O , give ye good ev'n ! here's a million of manners . [ Aside . SIL . Sir Valentine and servant , ( 2 ) to you two thousand . SPEED . He should give her interest , and she gives it him . VAL ...
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... Mistress . SPEED . Master , sir Thurio frowns on you . VAL . Ay , boy , it's for love . SPEED . Not of you . VAL . Of my mistress then . SPEED . ' T were good you knocked him . SIL . Servant , you are sad . VAL . Indeed , madam , I seem ...
... Mistress . SPEED . Master , sir Thurio frowns on you . VAL . Ay , boy , it's for love . SPEED . Not of you . VAL . Of my mistress then . SPEED . ' T were good you knocked him . SIL . Servant , you are sad . VAL . Indeed , madam , I seem ...
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... mistress Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks . SIL . Belike , that now she hath enfranchis'd them , Upon some other pawn for fealty . VAL . Nay , sure I think she holds them prisoners still . SIL . Nay , then he should be ...
... mistress Did hold his eyes lock'd in her crystal looks . SIL . Belike , that now she hath enfranchis'd them , Upon some other pawn for fealty . VAL . Nay , sure I think she holds them prisoners still . SIL . Nay , then he should be ...
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... Mistress , it is : sweet lady , entertain him To be my fellow servant to your ladyship . SIL . Too low a mistress for so high a servant . PRO . Not so , sweet lady ; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress . VAL ...
... Mistress , it is : sweet lady , entertain him To be my fellow servant to your ladyship . SIL . Too low a mistress for so high a servant . PRO . Not so , sweet lady ; but too mean a servant To have a look of such a worthy mistress . VAL ...
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Page 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
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Page 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.