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Page 57
Give me thy knife , I will insult on him , Flattering myself , as if it were the Moor
Come hither purposely to poison me . ... I think , we are not brought fo low , But
that between us we can kill a fly , That comes in likeness of a cole - black Moor .
Give me thy knife , I will insult on him , Flattering myself , as if it were the Moor
Come hither purposely to poison me . ... I think , we are not brought fo low , But
that between us we can kill a fly , That comes in likeness of a cole - black Moor .
Page 114
O'my troth , I looked on him o ' Wednefday half an hour together ------- he lias
such a confirmed countenance , I saw him run after a gilded butterfly , and when
he caught it , he let it go again ; and after it again ; and over and over he comes ,
and ...
O'my troth , I looked on him o ' Wednefday half an hour together ------- he lias
such a confirmed countenance , I saw him run after a gilded butterfly , and when
he caught it , he let it go again ; and after it again ; and over and over he comes ,
and ...
Page 149
( 18 ) To Coriolanus come all joy and honour ! [ Flourish Cornets . Then Exeunt .
Manent SICINIUS and BRUTUS . Bru . You see how he intends to use the people
. Sic . May they perceive ' s intent ! he will require As if he did contemn what he ...
( 18 ) To Coriolanus come all joy and honour ! [ Flourish Cornets . Then Exeunt .
Manent SICINIUS and BRUTUS . Bru . You see how he intends to use the people
. Sic . May they perceive ' s intent ! he will require As if he did contemn what he ...
Page 285
Where , where ? art thou come ? why , ' my cheele , my digeilion -- why halt thou
not lerved thyself up to my table , so many mcals ? come , what's Agamemnon !
Ther . Thy commander , Achilles ; then tell me Patroclus , what's Achilles ? Pat .
Where , where ? art thou come ? why , ' my cheele , my digeilion -- why halt thou
not lerved thyself up to my table , so many mcals ? come , what's Agamemnon !
Ther . Thy commander , Achilles ; then tell me Patroclus , what's Achilles ? Pat .
Page 298
She's making her ready , she'll come ftraight ; you must be witty now . She does
so blush , and fetches her wind so ihort , as if the were fraid with a sprite : I'll bring
her . It is the prettiest villain , the fetches her breath as thort as a new - ta'en ...
She's making her ready , she'll come ftraight ; you must be witty now . She does
so blush , and fetches her wind so ihort , as if the were fraid with a sprite : I'll bring
her . It is the prettiest villain , the fetches her breath as thort as a new - ta'en ...
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