The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems, Том 1 |
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[ Exeunt . A Room in Antonio's House . Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO . ANT . Tell me , Panthino , " what sad talk was that , Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister ? PAN . ' T was of his nephew Proteus , your son . ANT .
[ Exeunt . A Room in Antonio's House . Enter ANTONIO and PANTHINO . ANT . Tell me , Panthino , " what sad talk was that , Wherewith my brother held you in the cloister ? PAN . ' T was of his nephew Proteus , your son . ANT .
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[ Exeunt ANT . and PAN . PRO . Thus have I shunn'd the fire , for fear of burning ; And drench'd me in the sea , where I am drown'd : a Like exhibition- ] Pension , allowance . b O , how this spring of love resembleth- ] Resembleth ...
[ Exeunt ANT . and PAN . PRO . Thus have I shunn'd the fire , for fear of burning ; And drench'd me in the sea , where I am drown'd : a Like exhibition- ] Pension , allowance . b O , how this spring of love resembleth- ] Resembleth ...
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[ Exeunt . SCENE III . - The same . A Street . Enter LAUNCE , leading a Dog . LAUN . Nay , ' t will be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault : I have received my proportion , like the ...
[ Exeunt . SCENE III . - The same . A Street . Enter LAUNCE , leading a Dog . LAUN . Nay , ' t will be this hour ere I have done weeping ; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault : I have received my proportion , like the ...
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[ Exeunt SILVIA , THURIO , and SPEED . VAL . Now , tell me , how do all from whence you came ? PRO . Your friends are well , and have them much commended . VAL . And how do yours ? PRO . I left them all in health . VAL .
[ Exeunt SILVIA , THURIO , and SPEED . VAL . Now , tell me , how do all from whence you came ? PRO . Your friends are well , and have them much commended . VAL . And how do yours ? PRO . I left them all in health . VAL .
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[ Exeunt . SCENE VI . - The same . A Room in the Palace . Enter PROTEUS . PRO . To leave my Julia , shall I be forsworn ; To love fair Silvia , shall I be forsworn ; To wrong my friend , I shall be much forsworn ; And even that power ...
[ Exeunt . SCENE VI . - The same . A Room in the Palace . Enter PROTEUS . PRO . To leave my Julia , shall I be forsworn ; To love fair Silvia , shall I be forsworn ; To wrong my friend , I shall be much forsworn ; And even that power ...
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