The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Measure for measure. Midsummer-night's dream. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lostC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... fair sister To her unhappy brother Claudio ? Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to ...
... fair sister To her unhappy brother Claudio ? Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask ; The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you : Not to ...
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... in Shakspeare's third Sonnet : For who is she so fair , whose unrear'd womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry ? ' 7 Full line , extent . 8 But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With SC . IV . 19 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
... in Shakspeare's third Sonnet : For who is she so fair , whose unrear'd womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry ? ' 7 Full line , extent . 8 But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With SC . IV . 19 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
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... fair To soften Angelo : And that's my pith Of business ' twixt you and your poor brother . Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . prayer Has censur'd 11 him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution ...
... fair To soften Angelo : And that's my pith Of business ' twixt you and your poor brother . Isab . Doth he so seek his life ? Lucio . prayer Has censur'd 11 him Already ; and , as I hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution ...
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... fair maid ; It is the law , not I , condemns your brother : Were he my kinsman , brother , or my son , It should be thus with him ; -he must die to - morrow . Isab . To - morrow ? O , that's sudden ! Spare him , spare him : He's not ...
... fair maid ; It is the law , not I , condemns your brother : Were he my kinsman , brother , or my son , It should be thus with him ; -he must die to - morrow . Isab . To - morrow ? O , that's sudden ! Spare him , spare him : He's not ...
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... fair one , of the sin you carry ? Juliet . I do ; and bear the shame most patiently . Duke . I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience , And try your penitence , if it be sound , Or hollowly put on . Juliet . I'll gladly ...
... fair one , of the sin you carry ? Juliet . I do ; and bear the shame most patiently . Duke . I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience , And try your penitence , if it be sound , Or hollowly put on . Juliet . I'll gladly ...
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Armado Barnardine Bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick Biron Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother called Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin death Demetrius Dogb dost doth Duke Egeus Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool friar gentle give grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Isab Kath King lady Leon Leonato lion look Lord Angelo lovers Lucio Lysander madam maid Marg marry master master constable means MEASURE FOR MEASURE mock moon Moth musick Navarre never night Oberon offence old copies read pardon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Rosaline SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's signify signior soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's woman word
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