The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... fweet coz , be merry . Rof . Dear Celia , I how more mirth than I am miftrefs and would you yet I were merrier ? unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd father , you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure ...
... fweet coz , be merry . Rof . Dear Celia , I how more mirth than I am miftrefs and would you yet I were merrier ? unless you could teach me to forget a banish'd father , you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure ...
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... fweet Rofe , my dear Rofe , be merry . Rof . From henceforth I will , coz , and devife fports : let me fee what think you of falling in love ? Cel . Marry , I pr'ythee , do , to make sport withal ; but love no man in good earneft , nor ...
... fweet Rofe , my dear Rofe , be merry . Rof . From henceforth I will , coz , and devife fports : let me fee what think you of falling in love ? Cel . Marry , I pr'ythee , do , to make sport withal ; but love no man in good earneft , nor ...
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... fweet a ftyle . Duke Sen. Come , fhall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks me , the poor dappled fools , Being native burghers of this defart city , Should , in their own confines , with forked heads Have their round haunches ...
... fweet a ftyle . Duke Sen. Come , fhall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks me , the poor dappled fools , Being native burghers of this defart city , Should , in their own confines , with forked heads Have their round haunches ...
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... fweet mafter , O you memory Of old Sir Rowland ! why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you ? And wherefore are you gentle , ftrong , and valiant ? Why would you be fo fond to overcome The bonny prifer of ...
... fweet mafter , O you memory Of old Sir Rowland ! why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you ? And wherefore are you gentle , ftrong , and valiant ? Why would you be fo fond to overcome The bonny prifer of ...
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... fweet birds throat ; Come bitber , come bitber , come hither Here shall be fee No enemy ? But winter and rough weather . Jaq . More , more , I pr'ythee , more . [ Exeunt Ami . It will make you melancholy , Monfieur Jaques . Jaq . I ...
... fweet birds throat ; Come bitber , come bitber , come hither Here shall be fee No enemy ? But winter and rough weather . Jaq . More , more , I pr'ythee , more . [ Exeunt Ami . It will make you melancholy , Monfieur Jaques . Jaq . I ...
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