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... doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them , -ding - dong , bell . [ Burden , ding - dong . Fer . The ditty does remember my drown'd father ...
... doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark ! now I hear them , -ding - dong , bell . [ Burden , ding - dong . Fer . The ditty does remember my drown'd father ...
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... doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in : you rub the sore , When you should bring the plaster . Seb . Very well . Ant . And most chirurgeonly . Gon . It is foul weather in us all , good sir , When you are cloudy . Seb ...
... doth lack some gentleness , And time to speak it in : you rub the sore , When you should bring the plaster . Seb . Very well . Ant . And most chirurgeonly . Gon . It is foul weather in us all , good sir , When you are cloudy . Seb ...
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... doth rage ; But , when his fair course is not hindered , He makes sweet musick with the enamel'd stones , Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays , With willing sport ...
... doth rage ; But , when his fair course is not hindered , He makes sweet musick with the enamel'd stones , Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays , With willing sport ...
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... 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 have angels ' faces . That man that hath a tongue , I say , is no man , If with his ...
... 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 have angels ' faces . That man that hath a tongue , I say , is no man , If with his ...
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... doth this sir Proteus , that we talk on , often resort unto this gentlewoman ? Host . I tell you what Launce , his man , told me , he loved her out of all nick . Jul . Where is Launce ? Host . Gone to seek his dog ; which , to - morrow ...
... doth this sir Proteus , that we talk on , often resort unto this gentlewoman ? Host . I tell you what Launce , his man , told me , he loved her out of all nick . Jul . Where is Launce ? Host . Gone to seek his dog ; which , to - morrow ...
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Page 462 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
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| Title | The Plays of Shakspeare, Volume 1 The Plays of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 30 Dec 2006 |
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