The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Adapted for Family ReadingRichard Griffin and Company, 1861 - 864页 |
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... Peace ! we'll hear him . [ proper man . 3 Out . Ay , by my beard , will we ; for he is a Val . Then know , that I have little wealth to [ lose . Pro . You have prevail'd , my lord . If I can do it , A man I am , cross'd with adversity ...
... Peace ! we'll hear him . [ proper man . 3 Out . Ay , by my beard , will we ; for he is a Val . Then know , that I have little wealth to [ lose . Pro . You have prevail'd , my lord . If I can do it , A man I am , cross'd with adversity ...
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... peace ? Thu. But well , when I discourse of love and Jul . But better , indeed , when you hold your Thu. What says she to my valour ? [ peace . Pro . O , sir ! she makes no doubt of that . Jul . She needs not , when she knows it cow ...
... peace ? Thu. But well , when I discourse of love and Jul . But better , indeed , when you hold your Thu. What says she to my valour ? [ peace . Pro . O , sir ! she makes no doubt of that . Jul . She needs not , when she knows it cow ...
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... peace . Shal . Bodykins , Master Page , though I now be old , and of the peace , if I see a sword out , my finger itches to make one . Though we are justices , and doctors , and churchmen , Master Page , we have some salt of our youth ...
... peace . Shal . Bodykins , Master Page , though I now be old , and of the peace , if I see a sword out , my finger itches to make one . Though we are justices , and doctors , and churchmen , Master Page , we have some salt of our youth ...
第46页
... Peace , I say ! Guallia and Gaul , French and Welsh ; soul - curer and body - curer . Caius . Ay , dat is very good ; excellent . Host . Peace , I say ! hear mine Host of the Garter . Am I politic ? am I subtle ? am I a Machiavel ...
... Peace , I say ! Guallia and Gaul , French and Welsh ; soul - curer and body - curer . Caius . Ay , dat is very good ; excellent . Host . Peace , I say ! hear mine Host of the Garter . Am I politic ? am I subtle ? am I a Machiavel ...
第50页
... Peace be with you , sir . [ Exit . Fal . I marvel , I hear not of Master Brook : he sent me word to stay within . I ... Peace your tattlings - What is fair , Will . Pulcher . [ William ? Quick . Pole - cats ! there are fairer things than ...
... Peace be with you , sir . [ Exit . Fal . I marvel , I hear not of Master Brook : he sent me word to stay within . I ... Peace your tattlings - What is fair , Will . Pulcher . [ William ? Quick . Pole - cats ! there are fairer things than ...
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