Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, Том 2Whittaker, 1858 |
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... Beat . I pray you , is signior Montanto returned from the wars , or no ? Mess . I know none of that name , lady ' : there was none such in the army of any sort . Leon . What is he that you ask for , niece ? Hero . My cousin means ...
... Beat . I pray you , is signior Montanto returned from the wars , or no ? Mess . I know none of that name , lady ' : there was none such in the army of any sort . Leon . What is he that you ask for , niece ? Hero . My cousin means ...
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... Beat . It is so , indeed : he is no less than a stuffed man ; but for the stuffing , -Well , we are all mortal . Leon . You must not , sir , mistake my niece . There is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick and her : they never ...
... Beat . It is so , indeed : he is no less than a stuffed man ; but for the stuffing , -Well , we are all mortal . Leon . You must not , sir , mistake my niece . There is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick and her : they never ...
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... Beat . I wonder that you will still be talking , signior Bene- dick : nobody marks you . Bene . What , my dear lady Disdain ! are you yet living ? Beat .. Is it possible disdain should die , while she hath such meet food to feed it , as ...
... Beat . I wonder that you will still be talking , signior Bene- dick : nobody marks you . Bene . What , my dear lady Disdain ! are you yet living ? Beat .. Is it possible disdain should die , while she hath such meet food to feed it , as ...
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... Beat . Scratching could not make it worse , an ' twere such a face as yours were ' . Bene . Well , you are a rare parrot - teacher . Beat . A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours . Bene . I would , my horse had the speed of ...
... Beat . Scratching could not make it worse , an ' twere such a face as yours were ' . Bene . Well , you are a rare parrot - teacher . Beat . A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours . Bene . I would , my horse had the speed of ...
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... Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks : I never can see him , but I am heart - burned an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy disposition . Beat . He were an excellent man , that were made just in the mid - way between him ...
... Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks : I never can see him , but I am heart - burned an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy disposition . Beat . He were an excellent man , that were made just in the mid - way between him ...
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