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Title: The comedies of William Shakespeare
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Abbey, Edwin Austin, 1852-1911
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Publisher: New York : Harper and brothers
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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d, my lords,Although the print be little, the whole matterAnd copy of the father; eye, nose, lip,The trick of his frown, his forehead; nay, the valley,The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek; his smiles;The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger.—And thou, good goddess Nature, which hast made itSo like to him that got it, if thou hastThe ordering of the mind too, mongst all coloursNo yellow in t; lest she suspect, as he does.Her children not her husbands! Leon. A gross hag!— And, lozel, thou art worthy to be hangd,That wilt not stay her tongue. Ant. Hang all the husbands That cannot do that feat, youll leave yourselfHardly one subject. Leon. Once more, take her hence. Paid. A most unworthy and unnatural lordCan do no more. Leon. Ill have thee burnd. Paul. I care not. It is a heretic that makes the fire.Not she which burns in t. Ill not call you tyrant;But this most cruel usage of your queen(Not able to produce more accusationThan your own weak-hinged fancy) something sa-vours
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THE WINTERS TALE 193 Of tyranny, and will ignoble make you,Yea, scandalous to the world, Leon. On your allegiance, Out of the chamber with her. Were I a tyrant.Where were her life ? She durst not call me so,If she did know me one. Away with her. Paul. I pray you, do not push me ; Ill be gone.Look to your babe, my lord ; tis yours. Jove send herA better guiding spirit!—What need these hands ?—You, that are thus so tender oer his follies.Will never do him good, not one of you.So, so. Farewell; we are gone, \_ExiL Leon. Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this,—My child t Away with t! Even thou, that hastA heart so tender oer it, take it hence.And see it instantly consumed with fire;Even thou, and none but thou. Take it up straight.Within this hour bring me word tis done(And by good testimony), or Ill seize thy life,With what thou else callst thine. If thou refuse,And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so ;The bastard brains with these my proper handsShall I dash out. Go, take it

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