The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the Recently Discovered Folio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript EmendationsWhittaker and Company, 1853 - 884 страници |
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... arms in lusty stroke To the shore , that o'er his wave - worn basis bow'd , As stooping to relieve him . I not doubt , He came alive to land . Alon . No , no ; he's gone . Seb . Sir , you may thank yourself for this great loss That ...
... arms in lusty stroke To the shore , that o'er his wave - worn basis bow'd , As stooping to relieve him . I not doubt , He came alive to land . Alon . No , no ; he's gone . Seb . Sir , you may thank yourself for this great loss That ...
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... arms , like a mal - content ; to relish a love song , like a robin - red- breast ; to walk alone , like one that hath the pestilence ; to sigh , like a schoolboy that hath lost his A B C ; to weep , like a young wench that hath buried ...
... arms , like a mal - content ; to relish a love song , like a robin - red- breast ; to walk alone , like one that hath the pestilence ; to sigh , like a schoolboy that hath lost his A B C ; to weep , like a young wench that hath buried ...
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... Arm . Boy , what sign is it , when a man of great spirit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great sign , sir , that he will look sad . Arm . Why ? sadness is one and the self - same thing , dear imp . Moth . No , no ; O lord ! sir , no . Arm ...
... Arm . Boy , what sign is it , when a man of great spirit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great sign , sir , that he will look sad . Arm . Why ? sadness is one and the self - same thing , dear imp . Moth . No , no ; O lord ! sir , no . Arm ...
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... Arm . Impossible . Moth . How many is one thrice told ? Arm . I am ill at reckoning : it fitteth the spirit of a tapster . Moth . You are a gentleman , and a gamester , sir . Arm . I confess both : they are both the varnish of a ...
... Arm . Impossible . Moth . How many is one thrice told ? Arm . I am ill at reckoning : it fitteth the spirit of a tapster . Moth . You are a gentleman , and a gamester , sir . Arm . I confess both : they are both the varnish of a ...
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... Arm . Warble , child : make passionate my sense of hearing . [ Singing . Moth . Concolinel ( Amato bene . ) Arm . Sweet ... arms crossed on your thin belly's doub- let , like a rabbit on a spit ; or your hands in your pocket , like a man ...
... Arm . Warble , child : make passionate my sense of hearing . [ Singing . Moth . Concolinel ( Amato bene . ) Arm . Sweet ... arms crossed on your thin belly's doub- let , like a rabbit on a spit ; or your hands in your pocket , like a man ...
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