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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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Serv. Is dead. Leon. Apollos angry; and the heavens themselvesDo strike at my injustice.How now there .f* (Hermione/^z^/j-. Paul. This news is mortal to the queen. Lookdown.And see what death is doing. Leon. Take her hence ; Her heart is but oercharged; she will recover.—I have too much believed mine own suspicion.—Beseech you, tenderly apply to herSome remedies for life.—Apollo, pardon \_Exetint Paulina and Ladies, with Hermione.My great profaneness gainst thine oracle !—Ill reconcile me to PoHxenes ;New woo my queen ; recall the good Camillo,Whom I proclaim a man of truth, of mercy ;
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THE WINTERS TALE 20 For, being transported by my jealousies To bloody thoughts and to revenge, I chose Camillo for the minister to poison My friend Polixenes : which had been done, But that the good mind of Camillo tardied My swift command, though I with death and with Reward did threaten and encourage him, Not doing it, and being done. He, most humane And filld with honour to my kingly guest Unclaspd my practice ; quit his fortunes here. Which you knew great; and to the certain hazard Of all incertainties himself commended No richer than his honour. How he glisters Through my rust! and how his piety Does my deeds make the blacker! Re-enter Paulina. Paul. Woe the while!Oh, cut my lace, lest my heart, cracking it,Break too! I Lo7d. What fit is this, good lady ? Paul. What studied torments, tyrant, hast for me ?What wheels? racks? fires? What flaying? boilingIn leads or oils ? What old, or newer tortureMust I receive, whose every word deservesTo taste of thy most worst ? Thy tyranny.Tog

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