The Plays of William Shakspeare: Comedy of errors ; Macbeth ; King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV, part 1Longman and Company, 1847 |
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... thou art condemn'd to die . Ege . Yet this my comfort ; when your words are done , My woes end likewise with the evening sun . Duke . Well , Syracusan , say , in brief , the cause Why thou departedst from thy native home ; And for what ...
... thou art condemn'd to die . Ege . Yet this my comfort ; when your words are done , My woes end likewise with the evening sun . Duke . Well , Syracusan , say , in brief , the cause Why thou departedst from thy native home ; And for what ...
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... thou hast in Ephesus : Beg thou , or borrow , to make up the sum , And live ; if not † , then thou art doom'd to die : - Gaoler , take him to thy custody . Gaol . I will , my lord . Ege . Hopeless , and helpless , doth Ægeon wend ...
... thou hast in Ephesus : Beg thou , or borrow , to make up the sum , And live ; if not † , then thou art doom'd to die : - Gaoler , take him to thy custody . Gaol . I will , my lord . Ege . Hopeless , and helpless , doth Ægeon wend ...
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... thou art return'd so soon ? Dro . E. Return'd so soon ! rather approach'd too late : The capon burns , the pig falls from the spit ; The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell , My mistress made it one upon my cheek : She is so hot ...
... thou art return'd so soon ? Dro . E. Return'd so soon ! rather approach'd too late : The capon burns , the pig falls from the spit ; The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell , My mistress made it one upon my cheek : She is so hot ...
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... thy taste , Unless I spake , look'd , touch'd † , or carv'd , to thee . How comes it now , my husband , oh , how comes it , That thou art then estranged from thyself ? Thyself I call it , being strange to me , 1 - falsing . ] This word ...
... thy taste , Unless I spake , look'd , touch'd † , or carv'd , to thee . How comes it now , my husband , oh , how comes it , That thou art then estranged from thyself ? Thyself I call it , being strange to me , 1 - falsing . ] This word ...
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... Thou art an elm , my husband , I a vine ; Whose weakness , married to thy stronger state , Makes me with thy strength to communicate : If aught possess thee from me , it is dross , Usurping ivy , briar , or idle moss ' ; Who , all for ...
... Thou art an elm , my husband , I a vine ; Whose weakness , married to thy stronger state , Makes me with thy strength to communicate : If aught possess thee from me , it is dross , Usurping ivy , briar , or idle moss ' ; Who , all for ...
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Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Banquo Bast Bishop of CARLISLE blood Boling Bolingbroke breath castle cousin crown death devil doth Dromio Duch duke earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance France friends Gaunt give Glend grace grief hand Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven Henry honour horse Hubert John of Gaunt JOHNSON King John king Richard Lady land liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty MALONE means murder never night noble Northumberland peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince prince of Wales Queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shame sleep soul speak stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell thane thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue traitor uncle villain wife Witch word York
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