The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, 3 tomas |
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... mafter loves you :, O , fuch love Could be but recompens'd , tho ' you were crown'd The non - pareil of beauty ! Oli . How does he love me ? Vio . With adorations , with fertile tears , With groans that thunder love , with fighs of fire ...
... mafter loves you :, O , fuch love Could be but recompens'd , tho ' you were crown'd The non - pareil of beauty ! Oli . How does he love me ? Vio . With adorations , with fertile tears , With groans that thunder love , with fighs of fire ...
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... mafter were the man .. -How now ? Even fo quickly may one catch the plague ? Methinks I feel this youth's perfections , With an invifible and fubtile stealth , To creep in at mine eyes , Well , let it be- What , ho , Malvolio.- Enter ...
... mafter were the man .. -How now ? Even fo quickly may one catch the plague ? Methinks I feel this youth's perfections , With an invifible and fubtile stealth , To creep in at mine eyes , Well , let it be- What , ho , Malvolio.- Enter ...
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... mafter loves her dearly , And I , poor monfter , fond as much on him ; And fhe mistaken feems to doat on me . What will become of this ? as I am man , My ftate is defperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , ( now , alas the day ...
... mafter loves her dearly , And I , poor monfter , fond as much on him ; And fhe mistaken feems to doat on me . What will become of this ? as I am man , My ftate is defperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , ( now , alas the day ...
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... mafter's tears to you deplore . Oli . Yet come again ; for thou , perhaps , may'ft move That heart which now abhors to like his love . SCENE IV . [ Exeunt . Changes to an Apartment in Olivia's House . Enter Sir Toby , Sir Andrew , and ...
... mafter's tears to you deplore . Oli . Yet come again ; for thou , perhaps , may'ft move That heart which now abhors to like his love . SCENE IV . [ Exeunt . Changes to an Apartment in Olivia's House . Enter Sir Toby , Sir Andrew , and ...
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... Mafter Cefario , nor this is not my nofe neither . Nothing that is fo , is fo . Seb . I pr'ythee , vent thy folly fomewhere else ; thou know't not me . Clo . Vent my folly ! -he has heard that word of fome great man , and now applies it ...
... Mafter Cefario , nor this is not my nofe neither . Nothing that is fo , is fo . Seb . I pr'ythee , vent thy folly fomewhere else ; thou know't not me . Clo . Vent my folly ! -he has heard that word of fome great man , and now applies it ...
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