Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music,...
The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of ... - Strana 166
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