The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the Recently Discovered Folio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript EmendationsWhittaker and Company, 1853 - 884 pages |
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... gone.- No , it begins again . ARIEL sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and ...
... gone.- No , it begins again . ARIEL sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and ...
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... gone ? Luc . That you may ruminate . [ Exit . Jul . And yet , I would I had o'erlook'd the letter . It were a shame to call her back again , And pray her to a fault for which I chid her . What fool is she , that knows I am a maid , And ...
... gone ? Luc . That you may ruminate . [ Exit . Jul . And yet , I would I had o'erlook'd the letter . It were a shame to call her back again , And pray her to a fault for which I chid her . What fool is she , that knows I am a maid , And ...
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... gone . I fear me , he will scarce be pleas'd withal . Jul . That is the least , Lucetta , of my fear . A thousand oaths , an ocean of his tears , And instances as infinite of love , Warrant me welcome to my Proteus . Luc . All these are ...
... gone . I fear me , he will scarce be pleas'd withal . Jul . That is the least , Lucetta , of my fear . A thousand oaths , an ocean of his tears , And instances as infinite of love , Warrant me welcome to my Proteus . Luc . All these are ...
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... gone , For why , the fools are mad , if left alone . Take no repulse , whatever she doth say ; For " get you gone , " she doth not mean , " away . " Flatter , and praise , commend , extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black , say they ...
... gone , For why , the fools are mad , if left alone . Take no repulse , whatever she doth say ; For " get you gone , " she doth not mean , " away . " Flatter , and praise , commend , extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black , say they ...
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... gone ? Pro . Gone , my good lord . Duke . My daughter takes his going grievously . Pro . A little time , my lord , will kill that grief . Duke . So I believe ; but Thurio thinks not so . Proteus , the good conceit I hold of thee , ( For ...
... gone ? Pro . Gone , my good lord . Duke . My daughter takes his going grievously . Pro . A little time , my lord , will kill that grief . Duke . So I believe ; but Thurio thinks not so . Proteus , the good conceit I hold of thee , ( For ...
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Page 194 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino. These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c.
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