Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, 4 tomas |
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It fhall be fo ; I'll fend her to my house , Acquaint my mother with my hate to her , And wherefore I am fled ; write to the king That which I durft not speak : his present gift Shall furnish me to those Italian fields , Where noble ...
It fhall be fo ; I'll fend her to my house , Acquaint my mother with my hate to her , And wherefore I am fled ; write to the king That which I durft not speak : his present gift Shall furnish me to those Italian fields , Where noble ...
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... that holds thee hence ; Shall I ftay here to do't ? no , no , although The air of paradife did fan the house , And angels offic'd all : I will be gone ; That pitiful rumour may report my flight , To confolate thine ear .
... that holds thee hence ; Shall I ftay here to do't ? no , no , although The air of paradife did fan the house , And angels offic'd all : I will be gone ; That pitiful rumour may report my flight , To confolate thine ear .
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Look , here comes a pilgrim : I know fhe will lye at my house : thither they fend one another : I'll question her . God fave you , pilgrim ! Whither are you bound ? HEL . To faint Jaques le grand . Where do the palmers lodge ...
Look , here comes a pilgrim : I know fhe will lye at my house : thither they fend one another : I'll question her . God fave you , pilgrim ! Whither are you bound ? HEL . To faint Jaques le grand . Where do the palmers lodge ...
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Now will I lead you to the house , and shew The lafs I fpoke of . you 2. L. But , you say , she's honeft . BER . That's all the fault : Ifpoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I sent to her , By this fame coxcomb ...
Now will I lead you to the house , and shew The lafs I fpoke of . you 2. L. But , you say , she's honeft . BER . That's all the fault : Ifpoke with her but once , And found her wondrous cold ; but I sent to her , By this fame coxcomb ...
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A Room in the Widow's House : Enter HELENA , and Widow . HEL . If you mifdoubt me that I am not she , I know not how I fhall affure you further , But I fhall lose the grounds I work upon . Wid . Though my eftate be fallen , I was well ...
A Room in the Widow's House : Enter HELENA , and Widow . HEL . If you mifdoubt me that I am not she , I know not how I fhall affure you further , But I fhall lose the grounds I work upon . Wid . Though my eftate be fallen , I was well ...
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Attendants bear better blood born bring Camillo comes count court dare daughter dear death Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fame father fear fellow fhall fight fome fool fortune foul fuch give gone grace hand hath hear heart heaven himſelf hold honour hope houſe I'll i'the keep king Knock lady leave live look lord Macbeth madam marry matter mean moft moſt mother muft muſt nature never night noble o'the poor pray present queen ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſhould ſpeak tell thanks thee There's thine things thou thou art thought true truth wife worthy young
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