The Plays of William Shakspeare, 8 tomasF. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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William Shakespeare. hold my tongue ; so your face [ To Gon . ] bids me , though you say nothing . Mum , mum , He that keeps nor crust nor crumb , Weary of all , shall want some.— That's a sheal'd peascod.1 [ Pointing to Lear . Gon . Not ...
William Shakespeare. hold my tongue ; so your face [ To Gon . ] bids me , though you say nothing . Mum , mum , He that keeps nor crust nor crumb , Weary of all , shall want some.— That's a sheal'd peascod.1 [ Pointing to Lear . Gon . Not ...
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... hold our lives in mercy . - Oswald , I say ! - Alb . Well , you may fear too far . Gon . Safer than trust : Let me still take away the harms I fear , Not fear still to be taken . I know his heart : What he hath utter'd , I have writ my ...
... hold our lives in mercy . - Oswald , I say ! - Alb . Well , you may fear too far . Gon . Safer than trust : Let me still take away the harms I fear , Not fear still to be taken . I know his heart : What he hath utter'd , I have writ my ...
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... hold more antipathy , Than I and such a knave . Corn . Why dost thou call him knave ? What's his offence ? Kent . His countenance likes me not.6 Corn . No more , perchance , does mine , or his , or hers . Kent . Sir , ' tis my ...
... hold more antipathy , Than I and such a knave . Corn . Why dost thou call him knave ? What's his offence ? Kent . His countenance likes me not.6 Corn . No more , perchance , does mine , or his , or hers . Kent . Sir , ' tis my ...
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... hold , when a great wheel runs down a hill , lest it break thy neck with following it ; but the great one that goes up the hill , let him draw thee after . When a wise man gives thee better counsel , give me mine again : I would have ...
... hold , when a great wheel runs down a hill , lest it break thy neck with following it ; but the great one that goes up the hill , let him draw thee after . When a wise man gives thee better counsel , give me mine again : I would have ...
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... hold ? -How came my man i'the stocks ? Corn . I set him there , sir : but his own disorders Deserv'd much less advancement . Lear . 1 You ! did you ? Reg . I pray you , father , being weak , seem so . If , till the expiration of your ...
... hold ? -How came my man i'the stocks ? Corn . I set him there , sir : but his own disorders Deserv'd much less advancement . Lear . 1 You ! did you ? Reg . I pray you , father , being weak , seem so . If , till the expiration of your ...
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