The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Volume 3 |
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I must be brief , lest resolution drop Out at mine eyes , in tender , womanish tears Can you not read it ? Is it not fair writ ? Arth . Too fairly , Hubert , for so foul effect . Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes ? Hub .
I must be brief , lest resolution drop Out at mine eyes , in tender , womanish tears Can you not read it ? Is it not fair writ ? Arth . Too fairly , Hubert , for so foul effect . Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes ? Hub .
Page 321
None , but to lose your eyes . Arth . O Heaven ! -- that there were but a mote in yours , A grain , a dust , a gnat , a wandering hair , Any annoyance in that precious sense ! Then , feeling what small things are boisterous there ...
None , but to lose your eyes . Arth . O Heaven ! -- that there were but a mote in yours , A grain , a dust , a gnat , a wandering hair , Any annoyance in that precious sense ! Then , feeling what small things are boisterous there ...
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... That being daily swallowed by men's eyes , They surfeited with honey ; and began To loathe the taste of sweetness ... Heard , not regarded ; seen , but with such eyes , As , sick and blunted with community , Afford no extraordinary ...
... That being daily swallowed by men's eyes , They surfeited with honey ; and began To loathe the taste of sweetness ... Heard , not regarded ; seen , but with such eyes , As , sick and blunted with community , Afford no extraordinary ...
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