The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... knave . Cel , By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Clo . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were but if you fwear by that that is not , you are not forlworn , no more was this Knight fwearing by his honour , for he never had ...
... knave . Cel , By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Clo . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were but if you fwear by that that is not , you are not forlworn , no more was this Knight fwearing by his honour , for he never had ...
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... knave with him : do you hear , fo- refter . ? Orla . Very well ; what would you ? Rof . I pray you , what is't a clock ? Orla . You should ask me what time o ' day ; there's no clock in the foreft . Ref . Then there is no true lover in ...
... knave with him : do you hear , fo- refter . ? Orla . Very well ; what would you ? Rof . I pray you , what is't a clock ? Orla . You should ask me what time o ' day ; there's no clock in the foreft . Ref . Then there is no true lover in ...
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... knave of them all fhall flout me out of my calling . [ Exeunt . SCENE X. Enter Rofalind and Celia . Rof . Never talk to me , I will weep . Celia . Do , I pr'ythee ; but yet have the grace to confider that tears do not become a man , Rof ...
... knave of them all fhall flout me out of my calling . [ Exeunt . SCENE X. Enter Rofalind and Celia . Rof . Never talk to me , I will weep . Celia . Do , I pr'ythee ; but yet have the grace to confider that tears do not become a man , Rof ...
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... knave in Chriftendom . What ? - not beftraught : here's -I am Į Man . Oh , this it is that makes your lady mourn . Man . Oh , this it is that makes your 2 Man , The Taming of the Shrew . 81 An onion will do well for fuch a fhift, ...
... knave in Chriftendom . What ? - not beftraught : here's -I am Į Man . Oh , this it is that makes your lady mourn . Man . Oh , this it is that makes your 2 Man , The Taming of the Shrew . 81 An onion will do well for fuch a fhift, ...
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... knave's pate . Gru . My matter is grown quarrelfome : 1 fhould knock you first , And then I know after , who comes by the worst . Pet . Will it not be ? ' Faith , firrah , an you'll not knock , I'll ring it , I'll try how you can Sol ...
... knave's pate . Gru . My matter is grown quarrelfome : 1 fhould knock you first , And then I know after , who comes by the worst . Pet . Will it not be ? ' Faith , firrah , an you'll not knock , I'll ring it , I'll try how you can Sol ...
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