A system of elocution based upon grammatical analysis |
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... ST PIERRE and FERRARDO . St Pier . [ Solus . ] Here be my seat upon the palace steps , Although they hang me from the portico- Have a heart , Poverty ! thou hast naught to lose- Nor land , nor mansion , nor habiliments , That thou should'st ...
... ST PIERRE and FERRARDO . St Pier . [ Solus . ] Here be my seat upon the palace steps , Although they hang me from the portico- Have a heart , Poverty ! thou hast naught to lose- Nor land , nor mansion , nor habiliments , That thou should'st ...
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... thee , most gracious duke . Fer . Here ! St Pier . What ! a florin ! give it to the street . For the abased eye of vagrantry.— I make no livelihood of raggedness ! Fer . Scorn'st thou my gift ? St Pier . 400 A SYSTEM OF ELOCUTION .
... thee , most gracious duke . Fer . Here ! St Pier . What ! a florin ! give it to the street . For the abased eye of vagrantry.— I make no livelihood of raggedness ! Fer . Scorn'st thou my gift ? St Pier . 400 A SYSTEM OF ELOCUTION .
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... St Pier . Who robs Provides him weapons . I have none , great duke , — Nor pistol , rapier , poignard , —not a knife ... st twenty times their product ; and , so please you , Give me a hundred ducats . Fer . Thou art mad ! St Pier . No ...
... St Pier . Who robs Provides him weapons . I have none , great duke , — Nor pistol , rapier , poignard , —not a knife ... st twenty times their product ; and , so please you , Give me a hundred ducats . Fer . Thou art mad ! St Pier . No ...
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... St Pier . Work that's sweet Is quickly done — I'll come in half an hour . [ Exeunt . SCENE . - A Chamber in the Palace at Mantua . Characters - FERRARDO and ST PIERRE . Fer . His heart is in my power as ' twere a thing Which in my hand ...
... St Pier . Work that's sweet Is quickly done — I'll come in half an hour . [ Exeunt . SCENE . - A Chamber in the Palace at Mantua . Characters - FERRARDO and ST PIERRE . Fer . His heart is in my power as ' twere a thing Which in my hand ...
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... St Pier . I take ' t in thought , And let thy person unprofanèd go . Fer . No animal so wild it will not tame , Save man ! Come , calm thyself . Sit down - as yet Thou know'st not whether to caress thy friend Or tear him ! Shouldst thou ...
... St Pier . I take ' t in thought , And let thy person unprofanèd go . Fer . No animal so wild it will not tame , Save man ! Come , calm thyself . Sit down - as yet Thou know'st not whether to caress thy friend Or tear him ! Shouldst thou ...
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