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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... hour steals on : I pray you , sir , dispatch . Ang . You hear , how he importunes me : the chain- Ant . E. Why , give it to my wife , and fetch your money . Ang . Come , come ; you know , I gave it you even now . Either send the chain ...
... hour steals on : I pray you , sir , dispatch . Ang . You hear , how he importunes me : the chain- Ant . E. Why , give it to my wife , and fetch your money . Ang . Come , come ; you know , I gave it you even now . Either send the chain ...
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... hours come back ! that did I never hear . Dro . S. O yes ; if any hour meet a serjeant , ' a turns back for very fear . Adr . As if time were in debt ! how fondly dost thou reason ! Dro . S. Time is a very bankrupt , and owes more than ...
... hours come back ! that did I never hear . Dro . S. O yes ; if any hour meet a serjeant , ' a turns back for very fear . Adr . As if time were in debt ! how fondly dost thou reason ! Dro . S. Time is a very bankrupt , and owes more than ...
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... hour I was his bondman , sir ; But he , I thank him , gnaw'd in two my cords : Now am I Dromio , and his man ... hours , with time's deformed hand , Have written strange defeatures in my face : But tell me yet , dost thou not know my ...
... hour I was his bondman , sir ; But he , I thank him , gnaw'd in two my cords : Now am I Dromio , and his man ... hours , with time's deformed hand , Have written strange defeatures in my face : But tell me yet , dost thou not know my ...
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... hour , my lord . D. Pedro . Why , then are you no maiden . - Leonato , I am sorry you must hear : upon mine honour , Myself , my brother , and this grieved count , Did see her , hear her , at that hour last night , Talk with a ruffian ...
... hour , my lord . D. Pedro . Why , then are you no maiden . - Leonato , I am sorry you must hear : upon mine honour , Myself , my brother , and this grieved count , Did see her , hear her , at that hour last night , Talk with a ruffian ...
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... hour ; when beasts most graze , birds best peck , and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper . So much for the time when . Now for the ground which ; which , I I mean , I walked upon it is ycleped thy park . Then for ...
... hour ; when beasts most graze , birds best peck , and men sit down to that nourishment which is called supper . So much for the time when . Now for the ground which ; which , I I mean , I walked upon it is ycleped thy park . Then for ...
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