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Ant . If it prove She ' s otherwise , I ' ll keep my stables i where I lodge my wife ; I '
ll go in couples with her ; Than when I feel , and see her , no further trust her ; For
every inch of woman in the world , Ay , every dram of woman ' s flesh , is false ...
Ant . If it prove She ' s otherwise , I ' ll keep my stables i where I lodge my wife ; I '
ll go in couples with her ; Than when I feel , and see her , no further trust her ; For
every inch of woman in the world , Ay , every dram of woman ' s flesh , is false ...
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Now , good my liege , Sir , royal sir , forgive a foolish woman . The love I bore
your queen , - lo , fool again !I ' ll speak of her no more , nor of your children ; I ' ll
not remember you of my own lord , Who is lost too . Take your patience to you ,
And ...
Now , good my liege , Sir , royal sir , forgive a foolish woman . The love I bore
your queen , - lo , fool again !I ' ll speak of her no more , nor of your children ; I ' ll
not remember you of my own lord , Who is lost too . Take your patience to you ,
And ...
Strona 181
And mounched , and mounched , and mounched . Give me , quoth I ; Aroint thee ,
' witch ! the rump - fed ronyon ? cries . Her husband ' s to Aleppo gone , master o '
the Tiger ; But in a sieve I ' ll thither sail , And , like a rat without a tail , I ' ll do ...
And mounched , and mounched , and mounched . Give me , quoth I ; Aroint thee ,
' witch ! the rump - fed ronyon ? cries . Her husband ' s to Aleppo gone , master o '
the Tiger ; But in a sieve I ' ll thither sail , And , like a rat without a tail , I ' ll do ...
Strona 480
He is walked up to the top of the hill ; I ' ll go seek him . . [ Pretends to seek Poins .
Fal . I am accursed to rob in that thief ' s company : the rascal hath removed my
horse , and tied him I know not where . If I travel but four foot by the squire ...
He is walked up to the top of the hill ; I ' ll go seek him . . [ Pretends to seek Poins .
Fal . I am accursed to rob in that thief ' s company : the rascal hath removed my
horse , and tied him I know not where . If I travel but four foot by the squire ...
Strona 554
I ' ll take it upon my death , I gave him this wound in the thigh ; if the man were
alive , and would deny it , I would make him eat a piece of my sword . P . John .
This is the strangest tale that e ' er I heard . P . Hen . This is the strangest fellow ...
I ' ll take it upon my death , I gave him this wound in the thigh ; if the man were
alive , and would deny it , I would make him eat a piece of my sword . P . John .
This is the strangest tale that e ' er I heard . P . Hen . This is the strangest fellow ...
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Informacje bibliograficzne
| Tytuł | The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1 Tom 3 z The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected, Oliver William Bourn Peabody |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Redaktorzy | Oliver William Bourn Peabody, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Wydawca | Hilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
| W formie oryginalnej | Uniwersytet Harvarda |
| W formie cyfrowej | 6 Lut 2008 |
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