The winter's tale. The life and death of King John. The tragedy of King Richard II. The first part of King Henry IV. The second part of King Henry IV. The life of King Henry VG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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... thine oath , Places remote enough are in Bohemia , There weep and leave it crying ; and , for the babe Is counted lost for ever , Perdita , I prithee , call't . For this ungentle business , 30 Put on thee by my lord , thou ne'er shalt ...
... thine oath , Places remote enough are in Bohemia , There weep and leave it crying ; and , for the babe Is counted lost for ever , Perdita , I prithee , call't . For this ungentle business , 30 Put on thee by my lord , thou ne'er shalt ...
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... thine . The storm begins : poor wretch , 50 That for thy mother's fault art thus exposed To loss and what may follow ! Weep I cannot , But my heart bleeds ; and most accursed am I To be by oath enjoin'd to this . The day frowns more and ...
... thine . The storm begins : poor wretch , 50 That for thy mother's fault art thus exposed To loss and what may follow ! Weep I cannot , But my heart bleeds ; and most accursed am I To be by oath enjoin'd to this . The day frowns more and ...
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... . IO Pol . As thou lovest me , Camillo , wipe not out the rest of thy services by leaving me now : the need I have of thee thine own goodness hath made ; better not to have had thee than SCENE II . ] 45 THE WINTER'S TALE .
... . IO Pol . As thou lovest me , Camillo , wipe not out the rest of thy services by leaving me now : the need I have of thee thine own goodness hath made ; better not to have had thee than SCENE II . ] 45 THE WINTER'S TALE .
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... thine , my fair , Or not my father's . For I cannot be Mine own , nor any thing to any , if * Far - fetched . I be not thine . To this I am most constant , Though destiny say no . Be merry , gentle ; Strangle such thoughts as these with ...
... thine , my fair , Or not my father's . For I cannot be Mine own , nor any thing to any , if * Far - fetched . I be not thine . To this I am most constant , Though destiny say no . Be merry , gentle ; Strangle such thoughts as these with ...
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... thine a wife : this is a match , And made between's by vows . mine ; Thou hast found But how , is to be question'd ; for I saw her , As I thought , dead , and have in vain said many 140 A prayer upon her grave . I'll not seek far- For ...
... thine a wife : this is a match , And made between's by vows . mine ; Thou hast found But how , is to be question'd ; for I saw her , As I thought , dead , and have in vain said many 140 A prayer upon her grave . I'll not seek far- For ...
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