Sketch of the life of Shakespeare. Tempest. Two Gentlemen of Verona. Merry Wives of Windsor. Twelfth Night. Measure for Measure. Much Ado about Nothing. Midsummer Night's Dream. Love's Labour's Lost. Merchant of Venice. As You Like It. All's Well That Ends Well. Taming of the Shrew. Winter's Tale. Comedy of Errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV, pts. 1-2. King Henry V |
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Have a care of your entertainments : there with the dear love I bear to fair Anne
Page ; is a friend of mine come to town , tells me , there who , mutually , hath
answered my affection is three cousin Germans , that has cozened all the ( So far
forth ...
Have a care of your entertainments : there with the dear love I bear to fair Anne
Page ; is a friend of mine come to town , tells me , there who , mutually , hath
answered my affection is three cousin Germans , that has cozened all the ( So far
forth ...
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I pray you , Leonato . how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars But how
many hath he killed ? for , indeed , I proI LEARN in this letter , that Don Pedro of
Arra- mised to eat all of his killing . gon , comes this night to Messina . Leon .
I pray you , Leonato . how many hath he killed and eaten in these wars But how
many hath he killed ? for , indeed , I proI LEARN in this letter , that Don Pedro of
Arra- mised to eat all of his killing . gon , comes this night to Messina . Leon .
Page 128
Where is but a humour , or a worm ? holds you well ; and in deamese of heart
hath holo Bene . Well , every one can master a grief , but to effect your ensuing
marriage : surely , suit ill he that has it . spent , and labour ill bestowed ! Claud .
Where is but a humour , or a worm ? holds you well ; and in deamese of heart
hath holo Bene . Well , every one can master a grief , but to effect your ensuing
marriage : surely , suit ill he that has it . spent , and labour ill bestowed ! Claud .
Page 212
Then he hath wrong'd himself ; if he be free , Good - morrow , fool , quoth I : No ,
sir , quoth he , Why then , my taxing like a wild goose flies , Call me not fool , till
heaven hath sent nie forlune : Unclaim'd of any man . - But who comes here ?
Then he hath wrong'd himself ; if he be free , Good - morrow , fool , quoth I : No ,
sir , quoth he , Why then , my taxing like a wild goose flies , Call me not fool , till
heaven hath sent nie forlune : Unclaim'd of any man . - But who comes here ?
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Since Frenchmen are so her office to say , is come , was faithfully confirmed braid
, by the rector of the place . Marry that will , I'll live and dje a maid : 2 Lord . Hath
the count all this intelligence ? Only , in this disguise , I think't no sin | Lord .
Since Frenchmen are so her office to say , is come , was faithfully confirmed braid
, by the rector of the place . Marry that will , I'll live and dje a maid : 2 Lord . Hath
the count all this intelligence ? Only , in this disguise , I think't no sin | Lord .
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