The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 6 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... LONDON PRODIGAL . THOMAS Lord CROM- WELL . Sir JOHN OLDCASTLE . The PURITAN . A YORKSHIRE Tragedy . LOCRINE . LONDON : Printed for Jacob Tonfon , at Grays - Inn Gate . MDCCIX . 1 P. 2653 . AND CLEOPATRA . A TRAGEDY . WORKS ...
... LONDON PRODIGAL . THOMAS Lord CROM- WELL . Sir JOHN OLDCASTLE . The PURITAN . A YORKSHIRE Tragedy . LOCRINE . LONDON : Printed for Jacob Tonfon , at Grays - Inn Gate . MDCCIX . 1 P. 2653 . AND CLEOPATRA . A TRAGEDY . WORKS ...
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... Crom . Good Morrow , Morn , I do falute thy brightness , The Night seems tedious to my troubled Soul : Whose black Obscurity binds in my Mind A thousand fundry Cogitations : And now Aurora with a lively die , Adds Comfort to my Spirit ...
... Crom . Good Morrow , Morn , I do falute thy brightness , The Night seems tedious to my troubled Soul : Whose black Obscurity binds in my Mind A thousand fundry Cogitations : And now Aurora with a lively die , Adds Comfort to my Spirit ...
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... Crom . Why Knave I say , have I thus cark'd and car'd , And all to keep thee like a Gentleman , And dost thou let my Servants at their work ; That sweat for thee , Knave ? labour thus for thee ? Crom . Father , their Hammers do ...
... Crom . Why Knave I say , have I thus cark'd and car'd , And all to keep thee like a Gentleman , And dost thou let my Servants at their work ; That sweat for thee , Knave ? labour thus for thee ? Crom . Father , their Hammers do ...
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... Crom . Tom Cromwell , what Tom I say . Crom . Do you call , Sir ? Old Crom . Here is Master Bowser come to know if you have disparch'd his Petition for the Lords of the Counsel , or no . Crom . Father , I have , p'ease you to call him in .
... Crom . Tom Cromwell , what Tom I say . Crom . Do you call , Sir ? Old Crom . Here is Master Bowser come to know if you have disparch'd his Petition for the Lords of the Counsel , or no . Crom . Father , I have , p'ease you to call him in .
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... Crom . I will attend you , Sir . Old Crom . Farewel , Tom , God bless thee , Tom . God speed thee , good Tom . Enter Bagot , a Broker , Solüs . Bag . I hope this day is fatal unto some , And by their loss must Bagot seek to gain . This ...
... Crom . I will attend you , Sir . Old Crom . Farewel , Tom , God bless thee , Tom . God speed thee , good Tom . Enter Bagot , a Broker , Solüs . Bag . I hope this day is fatal unto some , And by their loss must Bagot seek to gain . This ...
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