The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the Recently Discovered Folio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript EmendationsWhittaker and Company, 1853 - 884 страници |
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... 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 . How does your lady , and how thrives your love ...
... 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 . How does your lady , and how thrives your love ...
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... SPEED and LAUNCE . Teach me , thy tempted subject , to excuse it . At first I did adore a twinkling star , [ Exit . But now I worship a celestial sun . Speed . Launce ! by mine honesty , welcome to Milan . Launce . Forswear not thyself ...
... SPEED and LAUNCE . Teach me , thy tempted subject , to excuse it . At first I did adore a twinkling star , [ Exit . But now I worship a celestial sun . Speed . Launce ! by mine honesty , welcome to Milan . Launce . Forswear not thyself ...
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... speed from hence . [ Exit DUKE . Val . And why not death , rather than living torment ? To die is to be banish'd from myself , And Silvia is myself : banish'd from her , Is self from self ; a deadly banishment . What light is light , if ...
... speed from hence . [ Exit DUKE . Val . And why not death , rather than living torment ? To die is to be banish'd from myself , And Silvia is myself : banish'd from her , Is self from self ; a deadly banishment . What light is light , if ...
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... SPEED . Speed . How now , signior Launce ? what news with your mastership ? Launce . With my master's ship ? why , it is at sea . Speed . Well , your old vice still ; mistake the word . Launce . Sir , there is a proclamation that you ...
... SPEED . Speed . How now , signior Launce ? what news with your mastership ? Launce . With my master's ship ? why , it is at sea . Speed . Well , your old vice still ; mistake the word . Launce . Sir , there is a proclamation that you ...
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... Speed . Item , " She hath no teeth . " Launce . I care not for that neither , because I love crusts . Speed . Item , " She is curst . " Launce . Well ; the best is , she hath no teeth to bite . Speed . Item , " She will often praise her ...
... Speed . Item , " She hath no teeth . " Launce . I care not for that neither , because I love crusts . Speed . Item , " She is curst . " Launce . Well ; the best is , she hath no teeth to bite . Speed . Item , " She will often praise her ...
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