The Travellers' Library Shakespeare, Band 1Jonathan Cape, 1937 |
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... Horatio there ? Hor . A piece of him . Ber . Welcome , Horatio ; welcome , good Marcellus . Hor . What , has this thing appear'd again to - night ? Ber . I have seen nothing . Mar. Horatio says ' tis but our fantasy , And will not let ...
... Horatio there ? Hor . A piece of him . Ber . Welcome , Horatio ; welcome , good Marcellus . Hor . What , has this thing appear'd again to - night ? Ber . I have seen nothing . Mar. Horatio says ' tis but our fantasy , And will not let ...
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... Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : it harrows me with fear and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Speak to it , Horatio . Hor . What art thou that usurp'st this time of night ...
... Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : it harrows me with fear and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Speak to it , Horatio . Hor . What art thou that usurp'st this time of night ...
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... Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest , of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now , how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it . Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not ...
... Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest , of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now , how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it . Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not ...
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