The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... King . Rof . You fay you'll marry me , if I be willing . To Phebe . Phe . That will I , fhould I die the hour after . Rof . But if you do refuse to marry me , You'll give your felf to this moft faithful shepherd ? Phe . So is the ...
... King . Rof . You fay you'll marry me , if I be willing . To Phebe . Phe . That will I , fhould I die the hour after . Rof . But if you do refuse to marry me , You'll give your felf to this moft faithful shepherd ? Phe . So is the ...
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... King , thy governor . It blots thy beauty , as frofts bite the meads , Confounds thy fame , as whirlwinds thake fair buds , And in no fenfe is meet or amiable . A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled , Muddy , ill - feering , thick ...
... King , thy governor . It blots thy beauty , as frofts bite the meads , Confounds thy fame , as whirlwinds thake fair buds , And in no fenfe is meet or amiable . A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled , Muddy , ill - feering , thick ...
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... night . Exe . Petruchio and Cath . Her . Now go thy ways , thou haft tam'd a curft fhrew . L. ' Tis a wonder , by your leave , he will be tam'd fo . [ Exeunt ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . DRAMATIS PERSONA . KING 146 The Taming of the Shrew .
... night . Exe . Petruchio and Cath . Her . Now go thy ways , thou haft tam'd a curft fhrew . L. ' Tis a wonder , by your leave , he will be tam'd fo . [ Exeunt ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . DRAMATIS PERSONA . KING 146 The Taming of the Shrew .
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William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . DRAMATIS PERSONA . KING of France . DUKE of Florence.
William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . DRAMATIS PERSONA . KING of France . DUKE of Florence.
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... , Lords attending on the King , Officers , Soldiers , & c . SCENE lyes partly in France , and partly in Tuscany . The plot taken from Boccace , Decam . 3 . Nov. 9 . ALL'S ALL's well that ENDS well . ACT I. SCENE I. DRAMATIS PERSONA. ...
... , Lords attending on the King , Officers , Soldiers , & c . SCENE lyes partly in France , and partly in Tuscany . The plot taken from Boccace , Decam . 3 . Nov. 9 . ALL'S ALL's well that ENDS well . ACT I. SCENE I. DRAMATIS PERSONA. ...
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