The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 6 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... : Other Women cloy The Appetites they feed , but the makes hungry , Where moft the fatisfies . For vileft things Become themselves in her , that the holy Priests Blef Blefs her , when he is Riggifh . Mec . 2678 Antony and Cleopatra .
... : Other Women cloy The Appetites they feed , but the makes hungry , Where moft the fatisfies . For vileft things Become themselves in her , that the holy Priests Blef Blefs her , when he is Riggifh . Mec . 2678 Antony and Cleopatra .
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... Priests are met together , Before all the People reveal How thou at Sea didft lofe thy Wife To mourn thy Croffes with thy Daughters call , And give them Repetition to the like : Or perform my bidding , or thou liveft in woe : Do't , and ...
... Priests are met together , Before all the People reveal How thou at Sea didft lofe thy Wife To mourn thy Croffes with thy Daughters call , And give them Repetition to the like : Or perform my bidding , or thou liveft in woe : Do't , and ...
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... Priest in fhew , but , in plain Terms , a Thief : Yet let me tell you too , an honest Thief ; One that will take it where it may be spar'd , And spend it freely in good Fellowship . I have as many Shapes as Proteus had , That ftill when ...
... Priest in fhew , but , in plain Terms , a Thief : Yet let me tell you too , an honest Thief ; One that will take it where it may be spar'd , And spend it freely in good Fellowship . I have as many Shapes as Proteus had , That ftill when ...
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... Priest would not stick to me , by Jove I would ingle this old Serving - man . Har . O you old mad Colt , i'faith I'll ferk you : fill all the Pots in the Houfe there . Con . Oh ! well faid Mafter Harpool , you are a Heart of Oak when ...
... Priest would not stick to me , by Jove I would ingle this old Serving - man . Har . O you old mad Colt , i'faith I'll ferk you : fill all the Pots in the Houfe there . Con . Oh ! well faid Mafter Harpool , you are a Heart of Oak when ...
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... Priest . Prieft . You old Mutton - monger . Con . Hold , Sir John , hold . Doll . I pray thee , fweet Heart , be quiet , I was but fitting to drink a Pot of Ale with him , even as kind a Man as ever I met with . Har . Thou art a Thief ...
... Priest . Prieft . You old Mutton - monger . Con . Hold , Sir John , hold . Doll . I pray thee , fweet Heart , be quiet , I was but fitting to drink a Pot of Ale with him , even as kind a Man as ever I met with . Har . Thou art a Thief ...
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