The Plays of William Shakspeare, Том 7 |
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O , seek not to intrap , my gracious lord , A stranger and distressed gentleman , That never aim'd so high , to love your daughter , But bent all offices to honour her . Sim . Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter , and thou art A villain .
O , seek not to intrap , my gracious lord , A stranger and distressed gentleman , That never aim'd so high , to love your daughter , But bent all offices to honour her . Sim . Thou hast bewitch'd my daughter , and thou art A villain .
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It was when I was born : Never was waves nor wind more violent . Leon . Come , say your prayers speedily . Mar. What mean you ? Leon . If you require a little space for prayer , I grant it : Pray ; but be not tedious , For the gods are ...
It was when I was born : Never was waves nor wind more violent . Leon . Come , say your prayers speedily . Mar. What mean you ? Leon . If you require a little space for prayer , I grant it : Pray ; but be not tedious , For the gods are ...
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He swears Never to wash his face , nor cut his hairs ; He puts on sackcloth , and to sea . He bears A tempest , which his mortal vessell tears , And yet he rides it out . Now please you wit2 The epitaph is for Marina writ By wicked ...
He swears Never to wash his face , nor cut his hairs ; He puts on sackcloth , and to sea . He bears A tempest , which his mortal vessell tears , And yet he rides it out . Now please you wit2 The epitaph is for Marina writ By wicked ...
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