The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Volume 4 |
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An old Shepherd , reputed father of Perdita . Clown , his son . Servant to the old shepherd . AUTOLYCUS , a rogue . Time , as Chorus . HERMIONE , Queen to Leontes . PERDITA , daughter to Leontes and Hermione .
An old Shepherd , reputed father of Perdita . Clown , his son . Servant to the old shepherd . AUTOLYCUS , a rogue . Time , as Chorus . HERMIONE , Queen to Leontes . PERDITA , daughter to Leontes and Hermione .
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... respect thee as a father , if Thou bear'st my life off hence : Let us avoid . Cam . It is in mine authority , to command The keys of all the posterns : Please your highness To take the urgent hour : come , sir , away , [ E.reunt .
... respect thee as a father , if Thou bear'st my life off hence : Let us avoid . Cam . It is in mine authority , to command The keys of all the posterns : Please your highness To take the urgent hour : come , sir , away , [ E.reunt .
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Behold , my lords , Although the print be little , the whole matter And copy of the father : eye , nose , lip , The trick of his frown , his forehead ; nay , the valley , The pretty dimples of his chin , and cheek ; hiş smiles ...
Behold , my lords , Although the print be little , the whole matter And copy of the father : eye , nose , lip , The trick of his frown , his forehead ; nay , the valley , The pretty dimples of his chin , and cheek ; hiş smiles ...
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I am a feather for each wind that blows ;Shall I live on , to see this bastard kneel And call me father ? Better burn it now , Than curse it then . But , be it ; let it live : It shall not neither . You , sir , come you hither ...
I am a feather for each wind that blows ;Shall I live on , to see this bastard kneel And call me father ? Better burn it now , Than curse it then . But , be it ; let it live : It shall not neither . You , sir , come you hither ...
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Thy brat hath been cast out , like to itself , No father owning it , ( which is , indeed , More criminal in thee , than it , ) so thou Shalt feel our justice ; in whose easiest passage , Look for no less than death . Her .
Thy brat hath been cast out , like to itself , No father owning it , ( which is , indeed , More criminal in thee , than it , ) so thou Shalt feel our justice ; in whose easiest passage , Look for no less than death . Her .
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Page 63 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
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| Title | The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, Volume 4 The Family Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes; in which Nothing is Added to the Original Text; But Those Words and Expressions are Omitted which Cannot with Propriety be Read Aloud in a Family, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1818 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 28 Dec 2006 |
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