Shakespeare's Comedies, Histories, Tragedies, and Poems, Volume 2Whittaker, 1858 |
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... Leon . I learn in this letter , that Don Pedro ' of Arragon comes this night to Messina . Mess . He is very near by this : he was not three leagues off , when I left him . Leon . How many gentlemen have you lost in this action ? Mess ...
... Leon . I learn in this letter , that Don Pedro ' of Arragon comes this night to Messina . Mess . He is very near by this : he was not three leagues off , when I left him . Leon . How many gentlemen have you lost in this action ? Mess ...
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... Leon . Did he break out into tears ? Mess . In great measure . Leon . A kind overflow of kindness . There are no faces truer than those that are so washed : how much better is it to weep at joy , than to joy at weeping . Beat . I pray ...
... Leon . Did he break out into tears ? Mess . In great measure . Leon . A kind overflow of kindness . There are no faces truer than those that are so washed : how much better is it to weep at joy , than to joy at weeping . Beat . I pray ...
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... Leon . You must not , sir , mistake my niece . There is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick and her : they never meet , but there's a skirmish of wit between them . Beat . Alas ! he gets nothing by that . In our last conflict ...
... Leon . You must not , sir , mistake my niece . There is a kind of merry war betwixt signior Benedick and her : they never meet , but there's a skirmish of wit between them . Beat . Alas ! he gets nothing by that . In our last conflict ...
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... Leon . Her mother hath many times told me so . Bene . Were you in doubt , sir , that you asked her ? Leon . Signior Benedick , no ; for then were you a child . D. Pedro . You have it full , Benedick : we may guess by this what you are ...
... Leon . Her mother hath many times told me so . Bene . Were you in doubt , sir , that you asked her ? Leon . Signior Benedick , no ; for then were you a child . D. Pedro . You have it full , Benedick : we may guess by this what you are ...
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... Leon . If you swear , my lord , you shall not be forsworn.- Let me bid you welcome , my lord : being reconciled to the prince your brother , I owe you all duty . John . I thank you : I am not of many words , but I thank you . Leon ...
... Leon . If you swear , my lord , you shall not be forsworn.- Let me bid you welcome , my lord : being reconciled to the prince your brother , I owe you all duty . John . I thank you : I am not of many words , but I thank you . Leon ...
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