Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation,...
The Plays of William Shakespeare: All's well that ends well. Twelfth Night ... - Page 428
by William Shakespeare, Samuel Johnson, George Steevens - 1773
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