The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... I'll give him his payment ; if ever he go alone again , I'll never wreftle for prize more ; and fo , God keep your worship . [ Exit . Oli , Farewel , good Charles . Now will I ftir this game- fter : I hope I fhall fee an end of him ...
... I'll give him his payment ; if ever he go alone again , I'll never wreftle for prize more ; and fo , God keep your worship . [ Exit . Oli , Farewel , good Charles . Now will I ftir this game- fter : I hope I fhall fee an end of him ...
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... I'll ftand to it , the pancakes were naught , and the muftard was good , and yet was not the Knight forfworn . Cel . How prove you that in the great heap of your knowledge ? Ref . Ay marry , now unmuzzle your wisdom . Clo . Stand you ...
... I'll ftand to it , the pancakes were naught , and the muftard was good , and yet was not the Knight forfworn . Cel . How prove you that in the great heap of your knowledge ? Ref . Ay marry , now unmuzzle your wisdom . Clo . Stand you ...
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... I'll go along with thee . Rof . Why , whither shall we go ? Cel . To feek my uncle in the foreft of Arden , Rof . Alas , what danger will it be to us , Maids as we are , to travel forth fo far ! Beauty provoketh thieves fooner than gold ...
... I'll go along with thee . Rof . Why , whither shall we go ? Cel . To feek my uncle in the foreft of Arden , Rof . Alas , what danger will it be to us , Maids as we are , to travel forth fo far ! Beauty provoketh thieves fooner than gold ...
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... I'll bring you to him ftraight . SCENE II The Palace again . Enter Duke Frederick with Lords , Duke . Can it be poffible that no man faw them ? It cannot be ; fome villains of my court Are of confent and fufferance in this . 1 Lord . I ...
... I'll bring you to him ftraight . SCENE II The Palace again . Enter Duke Frederick with Lords , Duke . Can it be poffible that no man faw them ? It cannot be ; fome villains of my court Are of confent and fufferance in this . 1 Lord . I ...
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... I'll do the fervice of a younger man In all your business and neceffities . Orla . Oh good old man , how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world ; When service sweat for duty , not for meed ! Thou art not for the ...
... I'll do the fervice of a younger man In all your business and neceffities . Orla . Oh good old man , how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world ; When service sweat for duty , not for meed ! Thou art not for the ...
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