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Lysander , look , how I do quake with fear : Methought a serpent eat my heart away , And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :Lysander ! what , remov'd ? Lysander ! lord ! What , out of hearing ? gone ? no sound , no word ?
Lysander , look , how I do quake with fear : Methought a serpent eat my heart away , And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :Lysander ! what , remov'd ? Lysander ! lord ! What , out of hearing ? gone ? no sound , no word ?
Page 87
Pyramus is not killed , indeed : and , for the more better assurance , tell them , that I Pyramus am not Pyramus , but Bottom the weaver : This will put them out of fear . Quin . Well , we will have such a prologue ; and it shall be ...
Pyramus is not killed , indeed : and , for the more better assurance , tell them , that I Pyramus am not Pyramus , but Bottom the weaver : This will put them out of fear . Quin . Well , we will have such a prologue ; and it shall be ...
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Alas , it is the baseness of thy fear , That makes thee strangle thy propriety :Fear not , Cesario , take thy fortunes up ; Be that thou know'st thou art , and then thou art As great as that thou fear'st . - 0 , welcome , father !
Alas , it is the baseness of thy fear , That makes thee strangle thy propriety :Fear not , Cesario , take thy fortunes up ; Be that thou know'st thou art , and then thou art As great as that thou fear'st . - 0 , welcome , father !
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