The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Том 8Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... thou lay hands on me , villain ? Orl . I am no villain : I am the youngest son of sir Rowland de Bois ; he was my father ; and he is thrice a villain , that says , such a father begot villains : Wert thou not my brother , I would not ...
... thou lay hands on me , villain ? Orl . I am no villain : I am the youngest son of sir Rowland de Bois ; he was my father ; and he is thrice a villain , that says , such a father begot villains : Wert thou not my brother , I would not ...
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... thou didst break his neck as his finger : And thou wert best look to't ; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace , or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee , he will practise against thee by poison , entrap thee by some ...
... thou didst break his neck as his finger : And thou wert best look to't ; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace , or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee , he will practise against thee by poison , entrap thee by some ...
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... thou lovest me not with the full weight that I love thee : if my uncle , thy banished fa- ther , had banished thy uncle , the duke my father , so thou had been still with me , I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine ; so ...
... thou lovest me not with the full weight that I love thee : if my uncle , thy banished fa- ther , had banished thy uncle , the duke my father , so thou had been still with me , I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine ; so ...
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... thou shalt be his heir : for what he hath taken away from thy father perforce , I will render thee again in affec- tion ; by mine honour , I will : and when I break that oath , let me turn monster : therefore , my sweet Rose , my dear ...
... thou shalt be his heir : for what he hath taken away from thy father perforce , I will render thee again in affec- tion ; by mine honour , I will : and when I break that oath , let me turn monster : therefore , my sweet Rose , my dear ...
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... thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were : but if you swear by that that is not , you are not forsworn : no more was this knight , swearing by his honour , for he never had any ; or if he had , he had sworn it away ...
... thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were : but if you swear by that that is not , you are not forsworn : no more was this knight , swearing by his honour , for he never had any ; or if he had , he had sworn it away ...
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Achil Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Antenor Audrey better brother Caius CALCHAS cousin Cres Cressid daughter DEIPHOBUS Diomed DIOMEDES doth Duke F Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairies Falstaff Farewell father Fent fool gentle give Grecian Greek hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Herne the hunter hither honour Host HUGH EVANS humour JAQUES kiss knave lady look lord marry master Brook master doctor master Fenton master Slender MENELAUS mistress Anne mistress Ford Nest Nestor never night oman Orlando PANDARUS Paris Patr Patroclus Phebe Pist pr'ythee pray Priam Quick Rosalind SCENE Shal SHALLOW SILVIUS Sir HUGH sir John Sir John Falstaff Slen speak sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thing thou art to-morrow Touch Troilus Trojan Troy Ulyss what's wife woman word youth
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