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Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven ? Ste . Out o ' the moon , I do assure thee : I
was the man in the moon , when time was . Cal . I have seen thee in her , and I do
adore thee : My mistress shew'd me thee , thy dog , and bush . ” 8 • Cal . I'll fwear
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Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven ? Ste . Out o ' the moon , I do assure thee : I
was the man in the moon , when time was . Cal . I have seen thee in her , and I do
adore thee : My mistress shew'd me thee , thy dog , and bush . ” 8 • Cal . I'll fwear
...
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Ay , much the force of heaven - bred poesy.4 Pro . Say , that upon the altar of her
beauty You sacrifice your tears , your sighs , your heart : Write , till your ink be dry
; and with your tears Moift it again ; and frame some feeling line , That may ...
Ay , much the force of heaven - bred poesy.4 Pro . Say , that upon the altar of her
beauty You sacrifice your tears , your sighs , your heart : Write , till your ink be dry
; and with your tears Moift it again ; and frame some feeling line , That may ...
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tis true : heaven ! were man But constant , he were perfect : that one error Fills
him with faults ; makes him run through all fins : Inconstancy falls off , ere it begins
: What is in Silvia's face , but I may spy More fresh in Julia's with a constant eye ?
tis true : heaven ! were man But constant , he were perfect : that one error Fills
him with faults ; makes him run through all fins : Inconstancy falls off , ere it begins
: What is in Silvia's face , but I may spy More fresh in Julia's with a constant eye ?
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Heard you that ? Mrs. Ford . Ay , ay , peace ; -You use me well , master Ford , do
you ? FORD . Ay , I do so . Mrs. Ford . Heaven make you better than your
thoughts ! Ford . Amen . Mrs. Page . You do yourself mighty wrong , master Ford .
FORD .
Heard you that ? Mrs. Ford . Ay , ay , peace ; -You use me well , master Ford , do
you ? FORD . Ay , I do so . Mrs. Ford . Heaven make you better than your
thoughts ! Ford . Amen . Mrs. Page . You do yourself mighty wrong , master Ford .
FORD .
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Sure , one of you does not serve heaven well , “ that you are so cross d . Fal .
Come up into my chamber . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . Another Room in the Garter Inn
. Enter FENTON and Hoft . Host . Master Fenton , talk not to me ; my mind is
heavy ...
Sure , one of you does not serve heaven well , “ that you are so cross d . Fal .
Come up into my chamber . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . Another Room in the Garter Inn
. Enter FENTON and Hoft . Host . Master Fenton , talk not to me ; my mind is
heavy ...
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Glossarial index. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor Volume 3 of The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added, Notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens, G. G. J. and J. Robinson (Paternoster-Row, London, England) Volume 3 of The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added, Notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. The Fourth Edition. Revised and Augmented (with a Glossarial Index) by the Editor of Dodsley's Collection of Old Plays, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | George Steevens |
| Contributors | Henry Baldwin, Charles Dilly, Joseph Johnson, Thomas Vernor, Thomas Longman, B. Law and Son |
| Publisher | H. Baldwin, 1793 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 12 Sep 2007 |
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