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Title: An art edition of Shakespeare, classified as comedies, tragedies, histories and sonnets, each part arranged in chronological order, including also a list of familiar quotations
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Lamb, Charles, 1775-1834 Lamb, Mary, 1764-1847 Seymour, Mary. (from old catalog) Gaskell, Charles Arthur, 1849- ed. (from old catalog) Gilbert, John, Sir, 1817-1897, illus
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Publisher: Chicago, U. S. publishing house
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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To loss, and what may follow! — Weep Ican not, But my heart bleeds: and most accursd-am I, To be by oath enjoined to this.—Fare-well! The day frowns more and more; thou art like to haveA lullaby too rough: I never sawThe heavens so dim by day. A savage clamor?—Well may I get aboard!—This is the chase; 90 Act III. THE WINTERS TALE. Scene III. I am gone for ever. (Exit, pursued hy aBear.Enter an old Shepherd,Shep. I would there were no age be-tween ten and three and twenty; or thatyouth would sleep out the rest: for thereis nothing in the between but wrongingthe ancientry, stealing, fighting.— Harkyou now!- — Would any but these boiledbrains of nineteen, and two and twenty,hunt this weather? They have scaredaway two of my best sheep; which, I fear,the wolf will sooner find, than the master:if any where I have them, tis by the sea-side, browzing on ivy. Good luck, antbe thy will! what have we here? (Takinglip the Child.) Mercy ons, a barne; avery j^iretty barne! A pretty one;

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