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Pagina 62
Go OOD dawning to thee , friend . Art of the house ? Kent . Ay . Stew . Where may we set our horses ? Kent . I ' the mire . Stew . ' Pr'ythee , if thou lov'st me , tell me . Kent . I love thee not . Stew . Why , then I care not for thee ...
Go OOD dawning to thee , friend . Art of the house ? Kent . Ay . Stew . Where may we set our horses ? Kent . I ' the mire . Stew . ' Pr'ythee , if thou lov'st me , tell me . Kent . I love thee not . Stew . Why , then I care not for thee ...
Pagina 146
Who seeks for better of thee , sauce his palate With thy most operant poison ! What is here ? Gold ! yellow , glittering , precious gold ! No , gods , I am no idle votarist . Roots , you clear heavens ! Thus much of this , will make ...
Who seeks for better of thee , sauce his palate With thy most operant poison ! What is here ? Gold ! yellow , glittering , precious gold ! No , gods , I am no idle votarist . Roots , you clear heavens ! Thus much of this , will make ...
Pagina 148
A fool of thee . Depart ! Apem . I love thee better now than e'er I did . Tim . I hate thee worse . Apem . Why so ? Tim . Thou flatter'st misery . Apem . I flatter not ; but say , thou art a caitiff . Tim . Why dost thou seek me out ?
A fool of thee . Depart ! Apem . I love thee better now than e'er I did . Tim . I hate thee worse . Apem . Why so ? Tim . Thou flatter'st misery . Apem . I flatter not ; but say , thou art a caitiff . Tim . Why dost thou seek me out ?
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ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA | 23 |
KING LEAR | 53 |
TROILUS AND CRESSIDA | 103 |
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The plays of William Shakespeare, ed. by T. Keightley, Partea 37,Volumul 2 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1864 |
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Achilles Ajax answer Antony arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother Brutus Cæsar Cleo comes Cres dead dear death dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair fall father fear fight follow Fool fortunes friends give gods gone hand hast hath head hear heart heaven Hector hold honour I'll Italy keep Kent King lady Lear leave live look lord Lucius Macb madam Marcius master mean meet mind mother nature never night noble peace poor pray present Queen Roman Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant shew soldier speak stand stay sweet sword tears tell thank thee There's thine thing thou thou art thought tongue Troilus true Ulyss What's worthy