The Works of William Shakespeare: The comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. A midsummer-night's dream. The merchant of VeniceChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... Beating him . Dro . E. What mean you , sir ? for God's sake , hold your hands ! Nay , an you will not , sir , I'll take my heels . Ant . S. Upon my life , by some device or other [ Exit . The villain is o'er - raught of all my money ...
... Beating him . Dro . E. What mean you , sir ? for God's sake , hold your hands ! Nay , an you will not , sir , I'll take my heels . Ant . S. Upon my life , by some device or other [ Exit . The villain is o'er - raught of all my money ...
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... beat me there . Adr . Go back again , thou slave , and fetch him home . Dro . E. Go back again , and be new beaten ... beating : Between you I shall have a holy head . Adr . Hence , prating peasant ! fetch thy master home . Dro . E. Am I ...
... beat me there . Adr . Go back again , thou slave , and fetch him home . Dro . E. Go back again , and be new beaten ... beating : Between you I shall have a holy head . Adr . Hence , prating peasant ! fetch thy master home . Dro . E. Am I ...
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... beat it hence ! Adr . Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense . I know his eye doth homage otherwhere ; Or else what lets it but he would be here ? Sister , you know he promis'd me a chain ; — Would that alone alone he would ...
... beat it hence ! Adr . Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense . I know his eye doth homage otherwhere ; Or else what lets it but he would be here ? Sister , you know he promis'd me a chain ; — Would that alone alone he would ...
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... Beating him . Dro . S. Hold , sir , for God's sake ! now your jest is earnest : Upon what bargain do you give it me ... beat this method in your sconce . Dro . S. Sconce call you it ? so you would leave battering , I had rather have it ...
... Beating him . Dro . S. Hold , sir , for God's sake ! now your jest is earnest : Upon what bargain do you give it me ... beat this method in your sconce . Dro . S. Sconce call you it ? so you would leave battering , I had rather have it ...
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... beat him , And charg'd him with a thousand marks in gold , And that I did deny my wife and house.- Thou drunkard , thou , what didst thou mean by this ? ( 43 ) Dro . E. Say what you will , sir , but I know what I know ; That you beat me ...
... beat him , And charg'd him with a thousand marks in gold , And that I did deny my wife and house.- Thou drunkard , thou , what didst thou mean by this ? ( 43 ) Dro . E. Say what you will , sir , but I know what I know ; That you beat me ...
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Strona 310 - I had, but man is but a patch'd fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.