The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, 3 tomasC & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... Kath . I pray you , sir , [ To BAP . ] is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . Kath . I'faith , sir , you shall ...
... Kath . I pray you , sir , [ To BAP . ] is it your will To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . Kath . I'faith , sir , you shall ...
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... Kath . A pretty peat ! ' tis best Put finger in the eye , -an she knew why . Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent.- Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe ; My books , and instruments , shall be my com- pany ; 1 On them to ...
... Kath . A pretty peat ! ' tis best Put finger in the eye , -an she knew why . Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent.- Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe ; My books , and instruments , shall be my com- pany ; 1 On them to ...
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... Kath . Why , and I trust , I may go too : May I not ? What , shall I be appointed hours ; as though , belike , I knew not what to take and what to leave ? Ha ! [ Exit . Gre . You may go to the devil's dam : Your gifts are so good , here ...
... Kath . Why , and I trust , I may go too : May I not ? What , shall I be appointed hours ; as though , belike , I knew not what to take and what to leave ? Ha ! [ Exit . Gre . You may go to the devil's dam : Your gifts are so good , here ...
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... Kath . Of all thy suitors , here I charge thee , tell Whom thou lov'st best ; see thou dissemble not . Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive , I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other . Kath ...
... Kath . Of all thy suitors , here I charge thee , tell Whom thou lov'st best ; see thou dissemble not . Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive , I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other . Kath ...
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... Kath . Her silence flouts me , and I'll be re- [ Flies after BIANCA . Bap . What , in my sight ! -Bianca , get thee in . [ Exit BIANCA . Kath . Will you not suffer me ? Nay , now I see She is your treasure , she must have a husband ; I ...
... Kath . Her silence flouts me , and I'll be re- [ Flies after BIANCA . Bap . What , in my sight ! -Bianca , get thee in . [ Exit BIANCA . Kath . Will you not suffer me ? Nay , now I see She is your treasure , she must have a husband ; I ...
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