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Laun . Well , let his father be what he will , SCENE II . - Venice . A street . we talk
of young master Launcelot . Gob . Your worship's friend , and Launcelot , Enter
LAUNCELOT GOBBO . sir . Laun . Certainly my conscience will serve me Laun .
Laun . Well , let his father be what he will , SCENE II . - Venice . A street . we talk
of young master Launcelot . Gob . Your worship's friend , and Launcelot , Enter
LAUNCELOT GOBBO . sir . Laun . Certainly my conscience will serve me Laun .
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their young . your chins , and swear by your beards , that I am they lie ; the poor
old man , their father , making a knave . such pitiful dole over them , that all the
beholders Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . take his part with
weeping ...
their young . your chins , and swear by your beards , that I am they lie ; the poor
old man , their father , making a knave . such pitiful dole over them , that all the
beholders Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . take his part with
weeping ...
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My better ceived in you ! parts Cel . Your heart's desires be with you . Are all
thrown down ; and that , which here Cha . Come , where is this young gallant ,
that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth ? Is but a quintain , a mere lifeless
block .
My better ceived in you ! parts Cel . Your heart's desires be with you . Are all
thrown down ; and that , which here Cha . Come , where is this young gallant ,
that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth ? Is but a quintain , a mere lifeless
block .
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Lies crafty - sick : the posts come tiring on , I run before king Harry's victory ; And
not a man of them brings other news Who , in a bloody field by Shrewsbury ,
Than they have learn'd of me ; From Rumour's Hath beatendown young Hotspur
...
Lies crafty - sick : the posts come tiring on , I run before king Harry's victory ; And
not a man of them brings other news Who , in a bloody field by Shrewsbury ,
Than they have learn'd of me ; From Rumour's Hath beatendown young Hotspur
...
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You follow the young prince up not so terrible to the enemy as it is . I were and
down , like his ill angel . better to be eaten to death with rust , than to be Fal . Not
so , my lord ; your ill angel is light ; scoured to nothing with perpetual motion . but
, I ...
You follow the young prince up not so terrible to the enemy as it is . I were and
down , like his ill angel . better to be eaten to death with rust , than to be Fal . Not
so , my lord ; your ill angel is light ; scoured to nothing with perpetual motion . but
, I ...
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Informações bibliográficas
| Título | The Plays of Shakspeare, Volume 1 The Plays of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editora | Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
| Original de | Biblioteca Pública de Nova York |
| Digitalizado | 30 dez. 2006 |
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