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A fortnight and odd days . Nurse . Even or odd , of all days in the year , come
Lammas - eve at night , shall she be fourteen . Susan and she ( God rest all
christian souls ! ) were of an age . Well , Susan is with God , she was too good for
me .
A fortnight and odd days . Nurse . Even or odd , of all days in the year , come
Lammas - eve at night , shall she be fourteen . Susan and she ( God rest all
christian souls ! ) were of an age . Well , Susan is with God , she was too good for
me .
Page 162
... hideous , and ' us fools of nature So horribly to shake our disposition With
thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? ... for my soul , what can it do to that ,
cumlocution , confounding in his controversial note , it must be imfright the soul
and ...
... hideous , and ' us fools of nature So horribly to shake our disposition With
thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? ... for my soul , what can it do to that ,
cumlocution , confounding in his controversial note , it must be imfright the soul
and ...
Page 231
Soft , now to my motherO heart , lose not thy nature ; let not ever The Soul of Nero
enter this firm bofom ; Let me be cruel , but not unnatural ; I will speak daggers to
her , but use none . My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites ; How in my words ...
Soft , now to my motherO heart , lose not thy nature ; let not ever The Soul of Nero
enter this firm bofom ; Let me be cruel , but not unnatural ; I will speak daggers to
her , but use none . My tongue and soul in this be hypocrites ; How in my words ...
Page 236
Am I then reveng'd , To take him in the purging of his soul , When he is fit and
season'd for his passage ? .Up , sword , and know thou a more hofrid Hent ;
When he is drunk - asleep , or in his rage , Or in th ' incestuous pleafure of his
bed , At ...
Am I then reveng'd , To take him in the purging of his soul , When he is fit and
season'd for his passage ? .Up , sword , and know thou a more hofrid Hent ;
When he is drunk - asleep , or in his rage , Or in th ' incestuous pleafure of his
bed , At ...
Page 267
No , no , be is dead , Go to thy death - bed , He never will come again . His beard
was white as snow , All flaxen was his poll : He is gone , be is gone , And we cast
away mone , Gramercy on his soul ! . And on all christian souls ! God b'wi'ye .
No , no , be is dead , Go to thy death - bed , He never will come again . His beard
was white as snow , All flaxen was his poll : He is gone , be is gone , And we cast
away mone , Gramercy on his soul ! . And on all christian souls ! God b'wi'ye .
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Bibliographic information
| Title | The plays of william shakespeare. |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Published | 1765 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 19 Oct 2007 |
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