The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected; Together with a Copious Glossary ... |
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Exit . Gre . You may go to the devil ' s dam : your gifts are so good , here is none
will hold you . Their love is not so great , Hortensio , but we may blow our nails
together , and fast it fairly out ; our cake ' s dough on both sides . Farewell - yet ,
for ...
Exit . Gre . You may go to the devil ' s dam : your gifts are so good , here is none
will hold you . Their love is not so great , Hortensio , but we may blow our nails
together , and fast it fairly out ; our cake ' s dough on both sides . Farewell - yet ,
for ...
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Exit BIANCA . Kath . Will you not suffer me ? Nay , now I see She is your treasure
; she must have a husband ; I must dance barefoot on her wedding - day , And ,
for your love to her , lead apes in hell . Talk not to me ; I will go sit and weep , Till I
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Exit BIANCA . Kath . Will you not suffer me ? Nay , now I see She is your treasure
; she must have a husband ; I must dance barefoot on her wedding - day , And ,
for your love to her , lead apes in hell . Talk not to me ; I will go sit and weep , Till I
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the set of books ; You shall go see your pupils presently . Holla , within ! Enter a
Servant . Sirrah , lead These gentlemen to my daughters , and tell them both ,
These are their tutors ; bid them use them well . [ Exit Servant , with HORTENSIO
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the set of books ; You shall go see your pupils presently . Holla , within ! Enter a
Servant . Sirrah , lead These gentlemen to my daughters , and tell them both ,
These are their tutors ; bid them use them well . [ Exit Servant , with HORTENSIO
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Exit . Gre . Adieu , good neighbor . — Now , I fear thee not ; Sirrah , young
gamester , your father were a fool To give thee all ... Exit . Tra . A vengeance on
your crafty withered hide ! Yet I have faced it with a card of ten . ' Tis in my head to
do my ...
Exit . Gre . Adieu , good neighbor . — Now , I fear thee not ; Sirrah , young
gamester , your father were a fool To give thee all ... Exit . Tra . A vengeance on
your crafty withered hide ! Yet I have faced it with a card of ten . ' Tis in my head to
do my ...
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Exit . Hor . But I have cause to pry into this pedant ; Methinks he looks as though
he were in love .Yet if thy thoughts , Bianca , be so humble , To cast thy
wandering eyes on every stale , Seize thee that list . If once I find thee ranging ,
Hortensio ...
Exit . Hor . But I have cause to pry into this pedant ; Methinks he looks as though
he were in love .Yet if thy thoughts , Bianca , be so humble , To cast thy
wandering eyes on every stale , Seize thee that list . If once I find thee ranging ,
Hortensio ...
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