The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 6 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts William Shakespeare. - THE LONDON PRODIGAL . A COMEDY . EDY . Printed in the YEAR 1709 . R. Flowerdale , a Merchant , trading at M Venice.
In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts William Shakespeare. - THE LONDON PRODIGAL . A COMEDY . EDY . Printed in the YEAR 1709 . R. Flowerdale , a Merchant , trading at M Venice.
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In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts William Shakespeare. R. Flowerdale , a Merchant , trading at M Venice Matthew Flowerdale , his Prodigal Son . Mr. Flowerdale , Brother to the Merchant . Sir Lancelot Spurcock , of Lewsome in Kent . Sir ...
In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts William Shakespeare. R. Flowerdale , a Merchant , trading at M Venice Matthew Flowerdale , his Prodigal Son . Mr. Flowerdale , Brother to the Merchant . Sir Lancelot Spurcock , of Lewsome in Kent . Sir ...
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... Flowerdale the Merchant , and his Brother . B FATHER . Rother , from Venice , being thus disguis'd I come to prove the humours of my Son : How hath he born himself fince my departure , I leaving you his Patron and his Guide ? Unc ...
... Flowerdale the Merchant , and his Brother . B FATHER . Rother , from Venice , being thus disguis'd I come to prove the humours of my Son : How hath he born himself fince my departure , I leaving you his Patron and his Guide ? Unc ...
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... Flowerdale knocks within . Unc . That's your Son , he is come to borrow more Mony . Fath . For God's fake give it out I am dead , 1 See how he'll take it . : Say I have brought you News from his Father . I have here drawn a formal Will ...
... Flowerdale knocks within . Unc . That's your Son , he is come to borrow more Mony . Fath . For God's fake give it out I am dead , 1 See how he'll take it . : Say I have brought you News from his Father . I have here drawn a formal Will ...
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... Flowerdale , three Hun- dred Pounds , to pay fuch trivial Debts as I owe in Lon- don . Item , To my Son Mat . Flowerdale , I bequeath two Bail of false Dice , videlicet , high Men and low Men , Fullomes , stop Cater Traies , and other ...
... Flowerdale , three Hun- dred Pounds , to pay fuch trivial Debts as I owe in Lon- don . Item , To my Son Mat . Flowerdale , I bequeath two Bail of false Dice , videlicet , high Men and low Men , Fullomes , stop Cater Traies , and other ...
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