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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Thou liest , malignant thing ! Hast thou forgot That profit us . What ho ! slave !
Caliban ! The foul witch Sycorax , who , with age and envy , Thou earth , thou !
speak . Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Cal . [ Within . ] There ' s
wood ...
Thou liest , malignant thing ! Hast thou forgot That profit us . What ho ! slave !
Caliban ! The foul witch Sycorax , who , with age and envy , Thou earth , thou !
speak . Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her ? Cal . [ Within . ] There ' s
wood ...
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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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If I did think , sir , I were well awake , Must know , and own ; this thing of darkness
I I ' d strive to tell you . We were dead of sleep , | Acknowledge mine . And ( how
we know not ) all clapp ' d under hatches , Cal . I shall be pinch ' d to death .
If I did think , sir , I were well awake , Must know , and own ; this thing of darkness
I I ' d strive to tell you . We were dead of sleep , | Acknowledge mine . And ( how
we know not ) all clapp ' d under hatches , Cal . I shall be pinch ' d to death .
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Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! Val . Hast thou observed that ? even
she I mean ... Are all these things perceived in me ? mine eyes ; or your own eyes
had the lights they were Speed . They are all perceived without ye . wont to have
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Sweet ornament that decks a thing divine ! Val . Hast thou observed that ? even
she I mean ... Are all these things perceived in me ? mine eyes ; or your own eyes
had the lights they were Speed . They are all perceived without ye . wont to have
...
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She did , my lord , when Valentine was here . not , I will ; for good things should
be praised . ... The best way is , to slander Valentine that I ' ll keep shut : now , of
another thing she may , and With falsehood , cowardice , and poor descent ; that
...
She did , my lord , when Valentine was here . not , I will ; for good things should
be praised . ... The best way is , to slander Valentine that I ' ll keep shut : now , of
another thing she may , and With falsehood , cowardice , and poor descent ; that
...
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