The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 13G. Routledge, 1871 |
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Strana 11
... Give me , quoth I : Aroint thee , witch ! the rump - fed ronyon [ the Tiger : cries , Her husband's to Aleppo gone , master o ' But in a sieve I'll thither sail , And , like a rat without a tail , I'll do , I'll do , and I'll do . 2 ...
... Give me , quoth I : Aroint thee , witch ! the rump - fed ronyon [ the Tiger : cries , Her husband's to Aleppo gone , master o ' But in a sieve I'll thither sail , And , like a rat without a tail , I'll do , I'll do , and I'll do . 2 ...
Strana 128
... Give me my hand , " saith he , " why dost thou feel it ? " " Give me my heart , " saith she , " and thou shalt have it ; O , give it me , lest thy hard heart do steel it , And being steel'd , soft sighs can never grave it : Then love's ...
... Give me my hand , " saith he , " why dost thou feel it ? " " Give me my heart , " saith she , " and thou shalt have it ; O , give it me , lest thy hard heart do steel it , And being steel'd , soft sighs can never grave it : Then love's ...
Strana 382
... give , to place in another's care . Bergomask , a rustic dance . Bermeothes , the Bermudas . Beshrew , evil befall . Besmirch , to befoul , to blacken . Best , best one , bravest , an epithet of endearment . Bestraught , distraught ...
... give , to place in another's care . Bergomask , a rustic dance . Bermeothes , the Bermudas . Beshrew , evil befall . Besmirch , to befoul , to blacken . Best , best one , bravest , an epithet of endearment . Bestraught , distraught ...
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