The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 6 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... Pray then , forefee me one . Sooth . You fhall be yet far fairer than you are . Char . He means in Flesh . Iras . No , you hall paint when you are Iras . Antony and Cleopatra . 2657 Ant. But ftirr'd by Cleopatra. ...
... Pray then , forefee me one . Sooth . You fhall be yet far fairer than you are . Char . He means in Flesh . Iras . No , you hall paint when you are Iras . Antony and Cleopatra . 2657 Ant. But ftirr'd by Cleopatra. ...
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... Pray you ftand farther from me . Ant . What's the matter ? Cleo . I know by that fame Eye there's fome good News . What fays the marry'd Woman ? you may go ; Would he had never given you leave to come , Let her not say ' cis I that keep ...
... Pray you ftand farther from me . Ant . What's the matter ? Cleo . I know by that fame Eye there's fome good News . What fays the marry'd Woman ? you may go ; Would he had never given you leave to come , Let her not say ' cis I that keep ...
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... pray you ftir No Embers up . Here comes the noble Antony . Enter Antony and Ventidius . Eno . And yonder Cefar . Enter Cæfar , Mecenas , and Agrippa . Ant . If we compofe well here , to Parthia Hark , Ventidius . Caf . I do not know ...
... pray you ftir No Embers up . Here comes the noble Antony . Enter Antony and Ventidius . Eno . And yonder Cefar . Enter Cæfar , Mecenas , and Agrippa . Ant . If we compofe well here , to Parthia Hark , Ventidius . Caf . I do not know ...
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... pray you ? Eno . A certain Queen to Cafar in a Mattrice . Pom . I know thee now , how far'ft thou , Soldier ? Eno . Well , and well am like to do , for I perceive Four Feafts are toward . Pom . Let me shake thy hand , I never hated thee ...
... pray you ? Eno . A certain Queen to Cafar in a Mattrice . Pom . I know thee now , how far'ft thou , Soldier ? Eno . Well , and well am like to do , for I perceive Four Feafts are toward . Pom . Let me shake thy hand , I never hated thee ...
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... pray you , is he married to Cleopatra ? Eno . Cafar's Sifter is called Octavia . Men . True , Sir , fhe was the wife of Caius Marcellus . Eno . But now fhe is the wife of Marcus Antonius . Men . Pray ye , Sir . Eno . ' Tis true . Men ...
... pray you , is he married to Cleopatra ? Eno . Cafar's Sifter is called Octavia . Men . True , Sir , fhe was the wife of Caius Marcellus . Eno . But now fhe is the wife of Marcus Antonius . Men . Pray ye , Sir . Eno . ' Tis true . Men ...
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