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What means Sicilia ? Her . He something seems unsettled . Pol . How , my lord ?
What cheer ? How is ' t with you , best brother ? Her . You look As if you held a
brow of much distraction . Are you moved , my lord ? Leon . No , in good earnest .
What means Sicilia ? Her . He something seems unsettled . Pol . How , my lord ?
What cheer ? How is ' t with you , best brother ? Her . You look As if you held a
brow of much distraction . Are you moved , my lord ? Leon . No , in good earnest .
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1 Autolycus means that his practice was to steal sheets ; leaving the smaller linen
to be carried away by the kites , who will sometimes carry it off to line their nests .
2 The silly cheat is one of the slang terms belonging to cony - catching or ...
1 Autolycus means that his practice was to steal sheets ; leaving the smaller linen
to be carried away by the kites , who will sometimes carry it off to line their nests .
2 The silly cheat is one of the slang terms belonging to cony - catching or ...
Strona 134
E . A crow without feather ; master , mean you so ? For a fish without a fin , there '
s a fowl without a feather . If a crow help us in , sirrah , we ' ll pluck a crow
together . Ant . E . Go , get thee gone ; fetch me an iron crow . Bal . Have patience
, sir .
E . A crow without feather ; master , mean you so ? For a fish without a fin , there '
s a fowl without a feather . If a crow help us in , sirrah , we ' ll pluck a crow
together . Ant . E . Go , get thee gone ; fetch me an iron crow . Bal . Have patience
, sir .
Strona 275
What means this scorn , thou most untoward knave ? Bast . Knight , knight , good
mother , Basilisco - like . What ! I am dubbed ; I have it on. 1 Colbrand was a
Danish giant , whom Guy of Warwick discomfited in the presence of king
Athelstan .
What means this scorn , thou most untoward knave ? Bast . Knight , knight , good
mother , Basilisco - like . What ! I am dubbed ; I have it on. 1 Colbrand was a
Danish giant , whom Guy of Warwick discomfited in the presence of king
Athelstan .
Strona 414
Or that I could forget what I have been ! Or not remember what I must be now !
Swell. 1 Sooth is sweet , as well as true . In this place , sooth means sweetness or
softness . Thus , to soothe still means to calm and sweeten the mind . 1 Richard '
s ...
Or that I could forget what I have been ! Or not remember what I must be now !
Swell. 1 Sooth is sweet , as well as true . In this place , sooth means sweetness or
softness . Thus , to soothe still means to calm and sweeten the mind . 1 Richard '
s ...
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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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