The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the Recently Discovered Folio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript EmendationsWhittaker and Company, 1853 - 884 страници |
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... bear . Hark , hark ! Burden . Bow , wow . The watch - dogs bark : Burden . Bow , wow . Hark , hark ! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry , cock - a - doodle - doo . [ Dispersedly . Fer . Where should this music be ? i ' th ...
... bear . Hark , hark ! Burden . Bow , wow . The watch - dogs bark : Burden . Bow , wow . Hark , hark ! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry , cock - a - doodle - doo . [ Dispersedly . Fer . Where should this music be ? i ' th ...
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... bear him no more sticks , but follow thee , Thou wondrous man . Trin . A most ridiculous monster , to make a wonder of a poor drunkard ! Cal . I pr'ythee , let me bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig ...
... bear him no more sticks , but follow thee , Thou wondrous man . Trin . A most ridiculous monster , to make a wonder of a poor drunkard ! Cal . I pr'ythee , let me bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig ...
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... bear witness to this sound , And crown what I profess with kind event , If I speak true ; if hollowly , invert What best is boded me to mischief ! I , Beyond all limit of aught else i ' the world , Do love , prize , honour you . Mira ...
... bear witness to this sound , And crown what I profess with kind event , If I speak true ; if hollowly , invert What best is boded me to mischief ! I , Beyond all limit of aught else i ' the world , Do love , prize , honour you . Mira ...
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... Bear with my weakness ; my old brain is troubled : Be not disturb'd with my infirmity . If you be pleas'd retire into my cell , And there repose : a turn or two I'll walk , To still my beating mind . Fer . Mira . We wish your peace ...
... Bear with my weakness ; my old brain is troubled : Be not disturb'd with my infirmity . If you be pleas'd retire into my cell , And there repose : a turn or two I'll walk , To still my beating mind . Fer . Mira . We wish your peace ...
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... bear with you . Pro . Why , sir , how do you bear with me ? Speed . Marry , sir , the letter very orderly ; having nothing but the word noddy for my pains . Pro . Beshrew me , but you have a quick wit . Speed . And yet it cannot ...
... bear with you . Pro . Why , sir , how do you bear with me ? Speed . Marry , sir , the letter very orderly ; having nothing but the word noddy for my pains . Pro . Beshrew me , but you have a quick wit . Speed . And yet it cannot ...
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