The Plays of William Shakspeare, Том 7 |
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Yes , that thou didst : Didst thou see any thing ? Luc . Nothing , my lord . Bru . Sleep again , Lucius . — Sirrah , Claudius ! Fellow thou ! awake . Var . My lord . Clau . My lord . Bru . Why did you so cry out , sirs , in your sleep ?
Yes , that thou didst : Didst thou see any thing ? Luc . Nothing , my lord . Bru . Sleep again , Lucius . — Sirrah , Claudius ! Fellow thou ! awake . Var . My lord . Clau . My lord . Bru . Why did you so cry out , sirs , in your sleep ?
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Whom every thing becomes , to chide , to laugh , To weep ; whose every passion fully strives To make itself , in thee , fair and admir'd ! No messenger ; but thine and all alone , To - night , we'll wander through the streets , and note ...
Whom every thing becomes , to chide , to laugh , To weep ; whose every passion fully strives To make itself , in thee , fair and admir'd ! No messenger ; but thine and all alone , To - night , we'll wander through the streets , and note ...
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He , that hath lost her , too : so is the queen , That most desir'd the match : But not a courtier , Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks , hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at .
He , that hath lost her , too : so is the queen , That most desir'd the match : But not a courtier , Although they wear their faces to the bent Of the king's looks , hath a heart that is not Glad at the thing they scowl at .
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