The Handy-volume Shakspeare, Volume 13Bradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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... Doct . How came she by that light ? Gent . Why , it stood by her : she has light by her continually ; ' tis her command . Doct . You see , her eyes are open . Gent . Ay , but their sense is shut . Doct . What is it she does now ? Look ...
... Doct . How came she by that light ? Gent . Why , it stood by her : she has light by her continually ; ' tis her command . Doct . You see , her eyes are open . Gent . Ay , but their sense is shut . Doct . What is it she does now ? Look ...
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... Doct . What a sigh is there ! The heart is sorely charged . Gent . I would not have such a heart in my bosom , for the dignity of the whole body . Doct . Well , well , well , - Gent . ' Pray God it be , sir . Doct . This disease is ...
... Doct . What a sigh is there ! The heart is sorely charged . Gent . I would not have such a heart in my bosom , for the dignity of the whole body . Doct . Well , well , well , - Gent . ' Pray God it be , sir . Doct . This disease is ...
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... Doct . Not so sick , my lord , As she is troubled with thick - coming fancies , That keep her from her rest . Macb . Cure her of that : Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the ...
... Doct . Not so sick , my lord , As she is troubled with thick - coming fancies , That keep her from her rest . Macb . Cure her of that : Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the ...
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