The Plays of Shakspeare, Том 1Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
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... Dost hear ? Mira . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . Pro . To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he played it for , he needs will be thence ? Or blessed was't , we did ? Pro . Both , both , my girl : Was dukedom ...
... Dost hear ? Mira . Your tale , sir , would cure deafness . Pro . To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he played it for , he needs will be thence ? Or blessed was't , we did ? Pro . Both , both , my girl : Was dukedom ...
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... Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee ? Ari . No. Pro . Thou dost : and think'st It much , to tread the ooze of the salt deep ; To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; To do me business in the veins o ' the earth , When ...
... Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee ? Ari . No. Pro . Thou dost : and think'st It much , to tread the ooze of the salt deep ; To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; To do me business in the veins o ' the earth , When ...
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... dost unwillingly What I command , I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar , That beasts shall tremble at thy din . Cal . No , pray thee ! - I must obey : his art is of such power , It would ...
... dost unwillingly What I command , I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar , That beasts shall tremble at thy din . Cal . No , pray thee ! - I must obey : his art is of such power , It would ...
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... dost here usurp The name thou ow'st not ; and hast put thyself Upon this island , as a spy , to win it From me , the lord on't . Fer . No , as I am a man . Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid : all corners else o ...
... dost here usurp The name thou ow'st not ; and hast put thyself Upon this island , as a spy , to win it From me , the lord on't . Fer . No , as I am a man . Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid : all corners else o ...
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... dost talk no- thing to me . Gon . I do well believe your highness ; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen , who are of such sensible and nimble lungs , that they always use to laugh at nothing . Ant . ' Twas you we laugh'd ...
... dost talk no- thing to me . Gon . I do well believe your highness ; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen , who are of such sensible and nimble lungs , that they always use to laugh at nothing . Ant . ' Twas you we laugh'd ...
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