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Pagina 8
I pray you , sir , Mira . Wherefore did they not , ( For still ' t is beating in my mind , )
your reason That hour , destroy us ? For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Well
demanded , wench ; Pro . Know thus far forth .My tale provokes that question .
Dear ...
I pray you , sir , Mira . Wherefore did they not , ( For still ' t is beating in my mind , )
your reason That hour , destroy us ? For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Well
demanded , wench ; Pro . Know thus far forth .My tale provokes that question .
Dear ...
Pagina 10
To every eye - ball else . Go , take this shape , Ari . Ay , sir . And hither come in ' t :
hence , with diligence . Pro . This blue - eyed hag was hither brought [ Exit ARIEL
. with child , Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; And here was ...
To every eye - ball else . Go , take this shape , Ari . Ay , sir . And hither come in ' t :
hence , with diligence . Pro . This blue - eyed hag was hither brought [ Exit ARIEL
. with child , Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; And here was ...
Pagina 13
O dear father , Fer . So they are : Make not too rash a trial of him , for My spirits ,
as in a dream , are all bound up ! He ' s gentle , and not fearful . My father ' s loss ,
the weakness which I feel , Pro . What , I say , The wreck of all my friends , or this
...
O dear father , Fer . So they are : Make not too rash a trial of him , for My spirits ,
as in a dream , are all bound up ! He ' s gentle , and not fearful . My father ' s loss ,
the weakness which I feel , Pro . What , I say , The wreck of all my friends , or this
...
Pagina 17
... Tis best we stand upon our We say befits the hour . guard ; Seb . Thy case ,
dear friend , Or that we quit this place : let ' s draw our weaShall be my precedent
; as thou gott ' st Milan , pons . wer , Alon . Lead off this ground ; and let ' 17 ACт п
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... Tis best we stand upon our We say befits the hour . guard ; Seb . Thy case ,
dear friend , Or that we quit this place : let ' s draw our weaShall be my precedent
; as thou gott ' st Milan , pons . wer , Alon . Lead off this ground ; and let ' 17 ACт п
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Pagina 20
... some kinds of baseness Is hard at study ; pray now , rest yourself ; Are nobly
undergone ; and most poor matters He ' s safe for these three hours . Point to rich
ends . This my mean task would be Fer . O . most dear mistress , As heavy to me
...
... some kinds of baseness Is hard at study ; pray now , rest yourself ; Are nobly
undergone ; and most poor matters He ' s safe for these three hours . Point to rich
ends . This my mean task would be Fer . O . most dear mistress , As heavy to me
...
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