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Page 68
Your eyes are lode - stars ; and your tongue's sweet air More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear , When wheat is green , when hawthorn buds appear . Sickness is catching ; 0 , were favour so ! Yours would I catch , fair Hermia , ere I ...
Your eyes are lode - stars ; and your tongue's sweet air More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear , When wheat is green , when hawthorn buds appear . Sickness is catching ; 0 , were favour so ! Yours would I catch , fair Hermia , ere I ...
Page 134
Thanks , i'faith ; for silence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried , and a maid not vendible . [ Exeunt Gra . and Loren . Ant . Is that any thing now ? Bass . Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing ) more than any man in ...
Thanks , i'faith ; for silence is only commendable In a neat's tongue dried , and a maid not vendible . [ Exeunt Gra . and Loren . Ant . Is that any thing now ? Bass . Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing ) more than any man in ...
Page 425
Cast thy humble slough , says she ; be opposite with a kinsman , surly with serrants , - let thy tongue tang with arguments of state , -put thyself into the trick of singularity ; -- and , consequently , -- sets down the manner how ...
Cast thy humble slough , says she ; be opposite with a kinsman , surly with serrants , - let thy tongue tang with arguments of state , -put thyself into the trick of singularity ; -- and , consequently , -- sets down the manner how ...
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