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... Speed in this play ( Act II . Scene 1 ) enumerates the walking alone , ' like one that had the pestilence . ' In the year 1593 , there had been a great plague , which carried off near eleven thousand persons in London . Shakespeare was ...
... Speed in this play ( Act II . Scene 1 ) enumerates the walking alone , ' like one that had the pestilence . ' In the year 1593 , there had been a great plague , which carried off near eleven thousand persons in London . Shakespeare was ...
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... SPEED . SPEED . Sir Proteus , save you : Saw you my master ? PRO . But now he parted hence , to embark for Milan . SPEED . Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already ; And I have play'd the sheep in losing him . PRO . Indeed a sheep doth ...
... SPEED . SPEED . Sir Proteus , save you : Saw you my master ? PRO . But now he parted hence , to embark for Milan . SPEED . Twenty to one then he is shipp'd already ; And I have play'd the sheep in losing him . PRO . Indeed a sheep doth ...
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... SPEED . If the ground be overcharged , you were best stick her . PRO . Nay , in that you are astray ; ' t were best pound you . SPEED . Nay , sir , less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter . PRO . You mistake ; I mean ...
... SPEED . If the ground be overcharged , you were best stick her . PRO . Nay , in that you are astray ; ' t were best pound you . SPEED . Nay , sir , less than a pound shall serve me for carrying your letter . PRO . You mistake ; I mean ...
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... SPEED . SPEED . Sir , your glove . VAL . Not mine ; my gloves are on . SPEED . Why , then this may be yours . for this is but one . " VAL . Ha ! let me see : ay , give it me , it's mine : - Sweet ornament , that decks a thing divine ...
... SPEED . SPEED . Sir , your glove . VAL . Not mine ; my gloves are on . SPEED . Why , then this may be yours . for this is but one . " VAL . Ha ! let me see : ay , give it me , it's mine : - Sweet ornament , that decks a thing divine ...
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Page 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Page 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Page 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Page 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.