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" All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and, in those holes Where eyes .did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones... "
The Works of William Shakespeare - Page 328
by William Shakespeare, John Jay Chapman - 1857
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William Shakespeare: The Complete Works

William Shakespeare - Literary Collections - 1994 - 1280 pages
...upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatt'red ed! Enter CHATILLON. What England says, say mockt the dead bones that lav scatt'red by. SIR ROBERT BRAKENBURY. Had you such leisure in the time...
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Shakespeare's Early Tragedies

Nicholas Brooke - Literary Criticism - 2004 - 232 pages
...unvalued jewels, All scatt'red in the bottom of the sea; Some lay in dead men's skulls, and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit there were crept,...bottom of the deep And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatt'red by. (I. iv. 21-33) The strange and very potent image of the last five lines recurs elsewhere...
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Complete Works of William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare - Dramatists, English - 2007 - 1263 pages
...upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatt'red w doth your cousin? BEATRICE. Very ill. BENEDICK. And how do you? BEATRICE. Very ill too. mockt the dead bones that lay scatt'red by. SIR ROBERT BRAKENBURY. Had you such leisure in the time...
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Richard III

William Shakespeare - Drama - 2007 - 224 pages
...that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea: Some...crept, As 'twere in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems, Which woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. BRAKENBURY...
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