The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volumes 11-12 |
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... Laun . It is no matter if the ty'd were lost ; for it is the unkindest ty'd that ever man ty'd . Pan . What's the unkindest tide ? Laun . Why , he that's ty'd here ; Crab , my dog . Pan . Tut , man , I mean thou'lt lose the flood : and ...
... Laun . It is no matter if the ty'd were lost ; for it is the unkindest ty'd that ever man ty'd . Pan . What's the unkindest tide ? Laun . Why , he that's ty'd here ; Crab , my dog . Pan . Tut , man , I mean thou'lt lose the flood : and ...
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... Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this always - that a man is never undone ... Laun . Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ...
... Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this always - that a man is never undone ... Laun . Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ...
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... Laun . Can nothing speak ? master , shall I strike ? Pro . Whom would'st thou strike ? Laun . Nothing . Pro . Villain , forbear . Laun . Why , sir , I'll strike nothing : I pray you , - Pro . Sirrah , I say , forbear : Friend Valentine ...
... Laun . Can nothing speak ? master , shall I strike ? Pro . Whom would'st thou strike ? Laun . Nothing . Pro . Villain , forbear . Laun . Why , sir , I'll strike nothing : I pray you , - Pro . Sirrah , I say , forbear : Friend Valentine ...
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... Laun . I am but a fool , look you ; and yet I have the wit to think , my master is a kind of knave : but that's all ... Laun . With my master's ship ? why it is at sea . Speed . Well , your old vice still ; mistake the word : What news ...
... Laun . I am but a fool , look you ; and yet I have the wit to think , my master is a kind of knave : but that's all ... Laun . With my master's ship ? why it is at sea . Speed . Well , your old vice still ; mistake the word : What news ...
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... Laun . Marry , sir , I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade me . Pro . And what says she to my little jewel ? Laun . Marry , she says , your dog was a cur ; and tells you , currish thanks is good enough for such a present . Pro ...
... Laun . Marry , sir , I carried mistress Silvia the dog you bade me . Pro . And what says she to my little jewel ? Laun . Marry , she says , your dog was a cur ; and tells you , currish thanks is good enough for such a present . Pro ...
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Page 135 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 386 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. DUCH. Alas, poor Richard! where rides he the whilst? YORK. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-grac'd actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
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Page 322 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature...