The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the Recently Discovered Folio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations |
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... in every cabin , That hour destroy us ? I flam ' d amazement : sometimes , I ' d
divide , Pro . Well demanded , wench : And burn in many places ; on the topmast ,
My tale provokes that question . Dear , they durst not , The yards and bowsprit ...
... in every cabin , That hour destroy us ? I flam ' d amazement : sometimes , I ' d
divide , Pro . Well demanded , wench : And burn in many places ; on the topmast ,
My tale provokes that question . Dear , they durst not , The yards and bowsprit ...
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Within this half hour will he be asleep ; quet : they dance about it with gentle
actions of salutaWilt thou destroy him then ? tions ; and , inviting the King , & c . to
eat , they depart . ] Ste . Ay , on mine honour . Alon . What harmony is this ? my
good ...
Within this half hour will he be asleep ; quet : they dance about it with gentle
actions of salutaWilt thou destroy him then ? tions ; and , inviting the King , & c . to
eat , they depart . ] Ste . Ay , on mine honour . Alon . What harmony is this ? my
good ...
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And yet you will ; and yet , another yet . Jul . And seal the bargain with a holy kiss
. [ Aside . Pro . Here is my hand for my true constancy ; Val . What means your
ladyship ? do you not like it ? And when that hour o ' er - slips me in the day , Sil .
And yet you will ; and yet , another yet . Jul . And seal the bargain with a holy kiss
. [ Aside . Pro . Here is my hand for my true constancy ; Val . What means your
ladyship ? do you not like it ? And when that hour o ' er - slips me in the day , Sil .
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Exeunt . That Silvia at friar Patrick ' s cell should meet me . SCENE II . - The Same
. A Room in the Duke ' s She will not fail ; for lovers break not hours , Palace .
Unless it be to come before their time , So much they spur their expedition .
Exeunt . That Silvia at friar Patrick ' s cell should meet me . SCENE II . - The Same
. A Room in the Duke ' s She will not fail ; for lovers break not hours , Palace .
Unless it be to come before their time , So much they spur their expedition .
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Have you importuned her to such a purpose ? My heart is ready to crack with
impatience . - Who Ford . Never . says , this is improvident jealousy ? my wife
hath sent Fal . Of what quality was your love then ? to him , the hour is fixed , the
match ...
Have you importuned her to such a purpose ? My heart is ready to crack with
impatience . - Who Ford . Never . says , this is improvident jealousy ? my wife
hath sent Fal . Of what quality was your love then ? to him , the hour is fixed , the
match ...
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