The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Том 3 |
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Well , my conscience , hanging about the neck of my heart , says very wisely to
me , my honest friend Launcelot , being an honest man's son , or rather an honest
woman's son ; -for , indeed , my father did something smack , something grow to ...
Well , my conscience , hanging about the neck of my heart , says very wisely to
me , my honest friend Launcelot , being an honest man's son , or rather an honest
woman's son ; -for , indeed , my father did something smack , something grow to ...
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Nearest his heart , those are the very words . Por . It is so . Are there balance here
, to weigh The flesh . Shy . I have them ready . Por . Have by some surgeon ,
Shylock , on your charge , To stop his wounds , lest he do bleed to death . Shy .
Nearest his heart , those are the very words . Por . It is so . Are there balance here
, to weigh The flesh . Shy . I have them ready . Por . Have by some surgeon ,
Shylock , on your charge , To stop his wounds , lest he do bleed to death . Shy .
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That a maiden's heart hath burn'd ?. Can a woman rail thus ? Sil . Call you this
railing ? Ros . Why , thy godhead laid apart , Warr'st thou with a woman's heart ?
Did you ever hear such railingWhiles the eye of man did woo me , That could do
...
That a maiden's heart hath burn'd ?. Can a woman rail thus ? Sil . Call you this
railing ? Ros . Why , thy godhead laid apart , Warr'st thou with a woman's heart ?
Did you ever hear such railingWhiles the eye of man did woo me , That could do
...
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In our heart's table ; 7 heart , too capable Of every line and tricks of his sweet
favour : 9 But now he's my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relicks . Who comes
here ? gone , and Enter PAROLLES . One that goes with him : I love him for his
sake ...
In our heart's table ; 7 heart , too capable Of every line and tricks of his sweet
favour : 9 But now he's my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relicks . Who comes
here ? gone , and Enter PAROLLES . One that goes with him : I love him for his
sake ...
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... no fault with the tythe - woman , if I were the parson : One in ten , quoth a ' ! an
we might have a good woman born but every blazing star , or at an earthquake , '
twould mend the lottery well ; a man may draw his heart out , ere he pluck one .
... no fault with the tythe - woman , if I were the parson : One in ten , quoth a ' ! an
we might have a good woman born but every blazing star , or at an earthquake , '
twould mend the lottery well ; a man may draw his heart out , ere he pluck one .
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