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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Sir ,Ant . True ; save means to live . Seb . One : tell . Seb . Of that there ' s none ,
or little . Gon . When every grief is entertain ' d , that ' s offer ' d , Gon . How lush
and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Comes to the entertainerAnt . The ground
...
Sir ,Ant . True ; save means to live . Seb . One : tell . Seb . Of that there ' s none ,
or little . Gon . When every grief is entertain ' d , that ' s offer ' d , Gon . How lush
and lusty the grass looks ! how green ! Comes to the entertainerAnt . The ground
...
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How now ! what means this passion at his name ? you . Luc . Pardon , dear
madam : ' tis a passing shame , Speed . Nay , sir ... You mistake : I mean the
pound , the pinfold . | Jul . Why not on Proteus , as of all the rest ? Speed . From a
pound ...
How now ! what means this passion at his name ? you . Luc . Pardon , dear
madam : ' tis a passing shame , Speed . Nay , sir ... You mistake : I mean the
pound , the pinfold . | Jul . Why not on Proteus , as of all the rest ? Speed . From a
pound ...
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Hast thou observed that ? even she I mean . Ah Silvia ! Silvia ! Speed . Why , sir , I
know her not . Speed . Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia ! Val . Dost thou know her by
my gazing on her , and Val . How now , sirrah ? yet know ' st her not ? Speed .
Hast thou observed that ? even she I mean . Ah Silvia ! Silvia ! Speed . Why , sir , I
know her not . Speed . Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia ! Val . Dost thou know her by
my gazing on her , and Val . How now , sirrah ? yet know ' st her not ? Speed .
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Tut , man , I mean thou ' lt lose the flood ; and , Of much good news ? in losing the
flood , lose thy voyage ; and , in losing thy Val . My lord , I will be thankful voyage ,
lose thy master ; and , in losing thy master , lose To any happy messenger ...
Tut , man , I mean thou ' lt lose the flood ; and , Of much good news ? in losing the
flood , lose thy voyage ; and , in losing thy Val . My lord , I will be thankful voyage ,
lose thy master ; and , in losing thy master , lose To any happy messenger ...
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Not so , sweet lady ; but too mean a servant Val . ... welcome : Determind of : how
I must climb her window , Ill leave you to confer of home - affairs ; The ladder
made of cords , and all the means When you have done , we look to hear from
you .
Not so , sweet lady ; but too mean a servant Val . ... welcome : Determind of : how
I must climb her window , Ill leave you to confer of home - affairs ; The ladder
made of cords , and all the means When you have done , we look to hear from
you .
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