The Plays of William Shakspeare, Том 7 |
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O ye gods ! ye gods ! Must I endure all this ? Bru . All this ? ay , more : Fret , till your proud heart break ; Go , show your slaves how choleric you are , And make your bondmen tremble . Must I budge ? Must I observe you ?
O ye gods ! ye gods ! Must I endure all this ? Bru . All this ? ay , more : Fret , till your proud heart break ; Go , show your slaves how choleric you are , And make your bondmen tremble . Must I budge ? Must I observe you ?
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You must not think I am so simple , but I know the devil himself will not eat a woman : I know , that a woman is a dish for the gods , if the devil dress her not . But , truly , these same whoreson devils do the gods great harm in their ...
You must not think I am so simple , but I know the devil himself will not eat a woman : I know , that a woman is a dish for the gods , if the devil dress her not . But , truly , these same whoreson devils do the gods great harm in their ...
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You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear upl my embracements from a next With bonds of death - Remain thou here ( Putting on the ring . While sense can keep it on ! And sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did exchange for ...
You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear upl my embracements from a next With bonds of death - Remain thou here ( Putting on the ring . While sense can keep it on ! And sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did exchange for ...
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