Measure for Measure. Much ADO about Nothing. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Love's Labour's Lost

Measure for Measure. Much ADO about Nothing. Midsummer-Night's Dream. Love's Labour's Lost

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1820 edition. Excerpt: ...and AnTomo, with the Sexton. I Leon. VVhich is the villain? Let me see his eyes; That when I note another man like him, I may avoid him: Which of these is he? Bora. If 'you would know your wronger, look on me. Leon. Art thou the slave, that with thy breath hast kill'd Mine innocent child? Bora. Yea, even I alone. Leon. No, not so, villain; thou bely'st thyself; Here stand a pair of honourable men, A third is fled, that had a hand in it: --I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death; Record it with your high and worthy deeds; 'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you of it. Claud. I know not how to pray your patience, ' Yet I must speak: Choose your revenge yourself; Impose me to what penance your invention Can lay upon my sin: yet sinn'd I not, But in mistaking. D. Pedro. By my soul, nor 1';. 'And yet, to satisfy this good old man, I would bend under any heavy weight 1 That he', ll enjoin me to. ' Leon. I cannot bid you bid mydaughter live., That were impossible; but, I pray you both, Possess3 the people in Messina here How innocent she died: and, if your love Can labour aught in sad invention, Hang her an epitaph upon her tomb, '5 Acquuint. And sing it to her bones; sing it to-night: -To-morrow morning come you to my house; And since you could not be my son-in-law, Be yet my nephew: my brother bath a daughter, Almost the copy of my child that's dead, And she alone is heir to both of us; Give her the right you should have given her cousin, And so dies my revenge. Claud. O, noble sir, Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me! I do embrace your offer; and dispose For henceforth of poor Claudio. Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming; To-night I take my leave.--This naughty...show more

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  • English
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