The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Volumen3 |
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Why should a man , whose blood is warm within , Sit like his grandsire cut in
alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being
peeyish ? I tell thee what , Antonio , I love thee , and it is my love that speaks ;
There are a ...
Why should a man , whose blood is warm within , Sit like his grandsire cut in
alabaster ? Sleep when he wakes ? and creep into the jaundice By being
peeyish ? I tell thee what , Antonio , I love thee , and it is my love that speaks ;
There are a ...
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The brain may devise laws for the blood ; but a hot temper leaps over a cold
decree : such a hare is madness the youth , to skip o ' er the meshes of good
counsel the cripple . But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me a
husband : - 0 ...
The brain may devise laws for the blood ; but a hot temper leaps over a cold
decree : such a hare is madness the youth , to skip o ' er the meshes of good
counsel the cripple . But this reasoning is not in the fashion to choose me a
husband : - 0 ...
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Bring me the fairest creature northward born , Where Phæbus ' fire scarce thaws
the icicles , And let us make incision for your love , To prove whose blood is
reddest , his , or mine . I tell thee , lady , this aspect of mine Hath feard the valiant
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Bring me the fairest creature northward born , Where Phæbus ' fire scarce thaws
the icicles , And let us make incision for your love , To prove whose blood is
reddest , his , or mine . I tell thee , lady , this aspect of mine Hath feard the valiant
; 3 ...
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Her name is Margery , indeed : I ' ll be sworn , if thou be Launcelot , thou art mine
own flesh and blood , Lord worshipp ' d might he be ! what a beard hast thou got !
thou hast got more hair on thy chin , than Dobbin my thill - horse has on his tail ...
Her name is Margery , indeed : I ' ll be sworn , if thou be Launcelot , thou art mine
own flesh and blood , Lord worshipp ' d might he be ! what a beard hast thou got !
thou hast got more hair on thy chin , than Dobbin my thill - horse has on his tail ...
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Alack , what heinous sin is it in me , To be asham ' d to be my father ' s child ! But
though I am a daughter to his blood , I am not to his manners : O Lorenzo , If thou
keep promise , I shall end this strife ; Become a Christian , and thy loving wife .
Alack , what heinous sin is it in me , To be asham ' d to be my father ' s child ! But
though I am a daughter to his blood , I am not to his manners : O Lorenzo , If thou
keep promise , I shall end this strife ; Become a Christian , and thy loving wife .
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