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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... Reason , you rogue , reason : think'st thou , I'll endanger my soul gratis ? At a word , hang no more about me , I am no gibbet for you : -go . - A short knife and a throng : -to your manor of Pickt - hatch , go.— You'll not bear a ...
... Reason , you rogue , reason : think'st thou , I'll endanger my soul gratis ? At a word , hang no more about me , I am no gibbet for you : -go . - A short knife and a throng : -to your manor of Pickt - hatch , go.— You'll not bear a ...
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... reason and discourse , And well she can persuade . Lucio . I pray , she may : as well for the encourage- ment of the ... reasons for this action , At our more leisure shall I render you ; Only , this one : -Lord Angelo is precise ...
... reason and discourse , And well she can persuade . Lucio . I pray , she may : as well for the encourage- ment of the ... reasons for this action , At our more leisure shall I render you ; Only , this one : -Lord Angelo is precise ...
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... reason for that : to have a des- patch of complaints , and to deliver us from devices hereafter , Which shall then have no power to stand against us . Ang . Well , I beseech you , let it be proclaim'd : Betimes i ' the morn , I'll call ...
... reason for that : to have a des- patch of complaints , and to deliver us from devices hereafter , Which shall then have no power to stand against us . Ang . Well , I beseech you , let it be proclaim'd : Betimes i ' the morn , I'll call ...
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... reason For incredulity ; but let your reason serve To make the truth appear , where it seems hid , And hide the false seems true . Duke . Many that are not mad , Have , sure , more lack of reason . - What would you say ? Isab . I am the ...
... reason For incredulity ; but let your reason serve To make the truth appear , where it seems hid , And hide the false seems true . Duke . Many that are not mad , Have , sure , more lack of reason . - What would you say ? Isab . I am the ...
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... reason ? - Well , sir , I thank you . Ant . S. Thank me , sir ? for what ? Dro . S. Marry , sir , for this something , that you gave me for nothing . Ant . S. I'll make you amends next , and give you nothing for something . But say ...
... reason ? - Well , sir , I thank you . Ant . S. Thank me , sir ? for what ? Dro . S. Marry , sir , for this something , that you gave me for nothing . Ant . S. I'll make you amends next , and give you nothing for something . But say ...
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