Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. A winter's tale. King John. King Richard II. First and second parts of King Henry IV. King Henry V. First and second parts of King Henry VIG. Routledge & sons, limited, 1875 |
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Page 38
... better ? That my master , being scribe , to himself should write the letter ? Val . How now , sir ? what are you reasoning with yourself ? Speed . Nay , I was rhyming ; ' t is you that have the reason . Val . To do what ? Speed . To be ...
... better ? That my master , being scribe , to himself should write the letter ? Val . How now , sir ? what are you reasoning with yourself ? Speed . Nay , I was rhyming ; ' t is you that have the reason . Val . To do what ? Speed . To be ...
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... better man than thee . Speed . And must I go to him ? Laun . Thou must run to him , for thou hast staid so long , that going will scarce serve the turn . Speed . Why didst not tell me sooner ? ' pox of your love - letters ! [ Exit ...
... better man than thee . Speed . And must I go to him ? Laun . Thou must run to him , for thou hast staid so long , that going will scarce serve the turn . Speed . Why didst not tell me sooner ? ' pox of your love - letters ! [ Exit ...
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... better fit his chamber , than this shadow . Jul . Madam , please you peruse this letter .-- Pardon me , madam ; I have unadvis'd Delivered you a paper that I should not : This is the letter to your ladyship . Sil . I pray thee , let me ...
... better fit his chamber , than this shadow . Jul . Madam , please you peruse this letter .-- Pardon me , madam ; I have unadvis'd Delivered you a paper that I should not : This is the letter to your ladyship . Sil . I pray thee , let me ...
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... better , indeed , when you hold your peace . [ Aside . Thu. What says she to my valour ? Pro . O , sir , she makes no doubt of that . Jul . She needs not , when she knows it cowardice . Thu. What says she to my birth ? Pro . That you ...
... better , indeed , when you hold your peace . [ Aside . Thu. What says she to my valour ? Pro . O , sir , she makes no doubt of that . Jul . She needs not , when she knows it cowardice . Thu. What says she to my birth ? Pro . That you ...
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... better ; it was ill killed : -How doth good mistress Page ? -and I thank you always with my heart , la ; with my heart . Page . Sir , I thank you . Shal . Sir , I thank you ; by yea and no , I do . Page . I am glad to see you , good ...
... better ; it was ill killed : -How doth good mistress Page ? -and I thank you always with my heart , la ; with my heart . Page . Sir , I thank you . Shal . Sir , I thank you ; by yea and no , I do . Page . I am glad to see you , good ...
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Page 374 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.
Page 223 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...