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Did I deserve no more than a fool's head ? Is that my prize ? are my deserts no
better ? Por . To offend , and judge , are distinct offices , And of opposed natures .
Ar . What is here ? The fire seven times tried this ; Seven times tried that judgment
...
Did I deserve no more than a fool's head ? Is that my prize ? are my deserts no
better ? Por . To offend , and judge , are distinct offices , And of opposed natures .
Ar . What is here ? The fire seven times tried this ; Seven times tried that judgment
...
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Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which , like the toad , ugly and venomous ,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life , exempt from publick
haunt , Finds tongues in trees , books in the running brooks , Sermons in stones ,
and ...
Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which , like the toad , ugly and venomous ,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life , exempt from publick
haunt , Finds tongues in trees , books in the running brooks , Sermons in stones ,
and ...
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My fear hath catch'd your fondness : Now I see The mystery of your loneliness ,
and find Your salt tears ' head . Now to all sense ' tis gross , You love my son ;
invention is asham'd , Against the proclamation of thy passion , To say , thou dost
...
My fear hath catch'd your fondness : Now I see The mystery of your loneliness ,
and find Your salt tears ' head . Now to all sense ' tis gross , You love my son ;
invention is asham'd , Against the proclamation of thy passion , To say , thou dost
...
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Well may'st thou woo , and happy be thy speed ! But be thou arm'd for some
unhappy words . Pet . Ay , to the proof ; as mountains are for winds , That shake
not , though they blow perpetually . Re - enter HORTENSIO , with his head
broken .
Well may'st thou woo , and happy be thy speed ! But be thou arm'd for some
unhappy words . Pet . Ay , to the proof ; as mountains are for winds , That shake
not , though they blow perpetually . Re - enter HORTENSIO , with his head
broken .
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How likes Gremio these quick - witted folks ? Gre . Believe me , sir , they butt
together well . Bian . Head , and butt ? an hasty - witted body Would say , your
head and butt were head and horn . Vin . Ay , mistress bride , hath that awaken'd
you ?
How likes Gremio these quick - witted folks ? Gre . Believe me , sir , they butt
together well . Bian . Head , and butt ? an hasty - witted body Would say , your
head and butt were head and horn . Vin . Ay , mistress bride , hath that awaken'd
you ?
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| Заглавие | The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Том 3 The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Автори | William Shakespeare, William Harness |
| Издател | Dove, 1830 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 28 Дек 2006 |
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