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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Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee , Pro . No , wench : it eats and sleeps , and
hath such Took pains to make thee speak , taught thee each hour senses One
thing or other : when thou didst not , savage , As we have ; such . This gallant ,
which ...
Being capable of all ill ! I pitied thee , Pro . No , wench : it eats and sleeps , and
hath such Took pains to make thee speak , taught thee each hour senses One
thing or other : when thou didst not , savage , As we have ; such . This gallant ,
which ...
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Speak not you for him ; he ' s a traitor . — Come . Mira . My affections I ' ll manacle
thy neck and feet together ; Are then most humble : I have no ambition Sea -
water shalt thou drink , thy food shall be To see a goodlier man . The fresh - brook
...
Speak not you for him ; he ' s a traitor . — Come . Mira . My affections I ' ll manacle
thy neck and feet together ; Are then most humble : I have no ambition Sea -
water shalt thou drink , thy food shall be To see a goodlier man . The fresh - brook
...
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Th ' occasion speaks thee , and | That now hath seized them ; why , they were no
worse My strong imagination sees a ... O , that you bore It is a sleepy language ,
and thou speak ' st The mind that I do ! what a sleep were this Out of thy sleep .
Th ' occasion speaks thee , and | That now hath seized them ; why , they were no
worse My strong imagination sees a ... O , that you bore It is a sleepy language ,
and thou speak ' st The mind that I do ! what a sleep were this Out of thy sleep .
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Who is that , servant ? my mother , ( O , that she could speak now ! ) like a wild
Val . ... Sir , if you spend word for word with me , I while sheds not a tear , nor
speaks a word , but see how shall make your wit bankrupt . I lay the dust with my
tears .
Who is that , servant ? my mother , ( O , that she could speak now ! ) like a wild
Val . ... Sir , if you spend word for word with me , I while sheds not a tear , nor
speaks a word , but see how shall make your wit bankrupt . I lay the dust with my
tears .
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Let me speak with And rattles in their hands . Upon a sudden , the gentlemen ;
they speak English ? As Falstaff , she , and I , are newly met , Bard . Ay , sir ; I ' ll
call them to you . Let them from forth a saw - pit rush at once Host . They shall
have ...
Let me speak with And rattles in their hands . Upon a sudden , the gentlemen ;
they speak English ? As Falstaff , she , and I , are newly met , Bard . Ay , sir ; I ' ll
call them to you . Let them from forth a saw - pit rush at once Host . They shall
have ...
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