The Works of William Shakspeare, Том 2C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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... heart , but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood § from her cheek . No more of this Helena , go to , no more ; lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow , than to have . Hel . I do affect a sorrow , indeed ; but I have it ...
... heart , but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood § from her cheek . No more of this Helena , go to , no more ; lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow , than to have . Hel . I do affect a sorrow , indeed ; but I have it ...
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... heart's table ; heart , too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour : § But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics . Who comes here ? Enter PAROLLES . One that goes with him : I love him for his ...
... heart's table ; heart , too capable Of every line and trick of his sweet favour : § But now he's gone , and my idolatrous fancy Must sanctify his relics . Who comes here ? Enter PAROLLES . One that goes with him : I love him for his ...
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... heart out , ere he pluck one . Count . You'll be gone , sir knave , and do as I command you ? Clo . That man should be at woman's command , and yet no hurt done ! -Though honesty be no puritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the ...
... heart out , ere he pluck one . Count . You'll be gone , sir knave , and do as I command you ? Clo . That man should be at woman's command , and yet no hurt done ! -Though honesty be no puritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the ...
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... heart ; and thou art worthy of it . Par . I have not , my lord , deserved it . Laf . Yes , good faith , every dram of it ; and I will not bate thee a scruple . Par . Well , I shall be wiser . Laf . E'en as soon as thou canst , for thou ...
... heart ; and thou art worthy of it . Par . I have not , my lord , deserved it . Laf . Yes , good faith , every dram of it ; and I will not bate thee a scruple . Par . Well , I shall be wiser . Laf . E'en as soon as thou canst , for thou ...
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... heart ? Ber . Although before the solemn priest I have sworn , I will not bed her . Par . What ? what , sweet heart ? Ber . O my Parolles , they have married me : I'll to the Tuscan wars , and never bed her . Par . France is a dog ...
... heart ? Ber . Although before the solemn priest I have sworn , I will not bed her . Par . What ? what , sweet heart ? Ber . O my Parolles , they have married me : I'll to the Tuscan wars , and never bed her . Par . France is a dog ...
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