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He'll be hanged yet ; Of any thing the image tell me , that Though every drop of water swear against it , Hath kept with thy remembrance . And gape at wid'st to glut him . Mira . ' Tis far off ; [ A confused noise within . ] ...
He'll be hanged yet ; Of any thing the image tell me , that Though every drop of water swear against it , Hath kept with thy remembrance . And gape at wid'st to glut him . Mira . ' Tis far off ; [ A confused noise within . ] ...
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Thou liest , malignant thing ! Hast thou Yea , his dread trident shake . forgot Pro . My brave spirit ! The foul witch Sycorax , who , with age and envy , Who was so firm , so constant , that this coil Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou ...
Thou liest , malignant thing ! Hast thou Yea , his dread trident shake . forgot Pro . My brave spirit ! The foul witch Sycorax , who , with age and envy , Who was so firm , so constant , that this coil Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou ...
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Good things will strive to dwell with't . Pro . No , wench ; it eats and sleeps , and hath Pro . Follow me . -- such senses ( To Fera As we have , such : This gallant , which thou seest , Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor . Come .
Good things will strive to dwell with't . Pro . No , wench ; it eats and sleeps , and hath Pro . Follow me . -- such senses ( To Fera As we have , such : This gallant , which thou seest , Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor . Come .
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Ha , ha ; In a poor isle ; and all of us , ourselves , What things are these , my lord Antonio ! ... you That swear'st grace o'erboard , not an oath on shore , Must know , and own ; this thing of darkness I Hast thou no mouth by land ?
Ha , ha ; In a poor isle ; and all of us , ourselves , What things are these , my lord Antonio ! ... you That swear'st grace o'erboard , not an oath on shore , Must know , and own ; this thing of darkness I Hast thou no mouth by land ?
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And so , suppose , am I ; for in his grave She ercels each mortal thing , Assure thyself , my love is buried . Upon the dull earth dwelling : Pro . Sweet lady , let me rake it from the earth . To her let us garlands bring . Si .
And so , suppose , am I ; for in his grave She ercels each mortal thing , Assure thyself , my love is buried . Upon the dull earth dwelling : Pro . Sweet lady , let me rake it from the earth . To her let us garlands bring . Si .
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakspeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Longman, 1880 |
| Original from | Princeton University |
| Digitized | 4 May 2010 |
| Length | 960 pages |
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