The Handy-volume Shakspeare, Zväzok 13Bradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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Strana 20
... Mach . Hath he ask'd for me ? Lady M. Know you not he has ? Mach . We will proceed no further in this business : He hath honour'd me of late ; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people , Which would be worn now in their ...
... Mach . Hath he ask'd for me ? Lady M. Know you not he has ? Mach . We will proceed no further in this business : He hath honour'd me of late ; and I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people , Which would be worn now in their ...
Strana 48
... Mach . Which of you have done this ? Lords . Mach . Thou canst not say I did it : never shake Thy gory locks at me . Rosse . Gentlemen , rise ; his highness is not well . Lady M. Sit , worthy friends : -my lord is often thus , And hath ...
... Mach . Which of you have done this ? Lords . Mach . Thou canst not say I did it : never shake Thy gory locks at me . Rosse . Gentlemen , rise ; his highness is not well . Lady M. Sit , worthy friends : -my lord is often thus , And hath ...
Strana 58
... Mach . Call them , let me see them . I Witch . Pour in sow's blood , that hath eaten Her nine farrow ; grease , that's sweaten From the murderer's gibbet , throw Into the flame . All . Come , high , or low ; Thyself , and office ...
... Mach . Call them , let me see them . I Witch . Pour in sow's blood , that hath eaten Her nine farrow ; grease , that's sweaten From the murderer's gibbet , throw Into the flame . All . Come , high , or low ; Thyself , and office ...
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