The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Sir TOBY BELCH , Uncle to Olivia . Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK , a foolish Knight , pretenda ing to Olivia . A Sea - captain , Friend to Viola : FABIAN , Servant to Olivia . MALVOLIO , a fantastical Steward to Olivia . Clown , Servant to ...
... Sir TOBY BELCH , Uncle to Olivia . Sir ANDREW AGUE - CHEEK , a foolish Knight , pretenda ing to Olivia . A Sea - captain , Friend to Viola : FABIAN , Servant to Olivia . MALVOLIO , a fantastical Steward to Olivia . Clown , Servant to ...
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... Sir Toby , and Maria . [ Exeunt . Sir To . What a plague means my niece to take the death of her brother thus ? I am fure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in earlier a - nights ; your niece , my Lady ...
... Sir Toby , and Maria . [ Exeunt . Sir To . What a plague means my niece to take the death of her brother thus ? I am fure care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in earlier a - nights ; your niece , my Lady ...
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... Sir To . By this hand , they are fcoundrels and fubftrać- tors that fay fo of him . Who are they ? Mar. They that ... Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch ? Sir To . Sweet Sir Andrew !!!! Sir And . Blefs you , fair Shrew . Mar. And you ...
... Sir To . By this hand , they are fcoundrels and fubftrać- tors that fay fo of him . Who are they ? Mar. They that ... Toby Belch ! how now , Sir Toby Belch ? Sir To . Sweet Sir Andrew !!!! Sir And . Blefs you , fair Shrew . Mar. And you ...
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William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). I ' Sir And . If you part so , mistress , I would I might never ... Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear Knight ? Sir And . What is pourquoy ? do , or not do ? I would I had beftowed that ...
William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). I ' Sir And . If you part so , mistress , I would I might never ... Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear Knight ? Sir And . What is pourquoy ? do , or not do ? I would I had beftowed that ...
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... Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o'that : here comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely you were beft . [ Exit . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia and ...
... Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o'that : here comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely you were beft . [ Exit . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia and ...
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