The Works of Shakespeare, 3 tomasJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... Exit Countess . Ber . [ to Hel . ] The best wishes , that can be forg'd im your thoughts , be fervants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother , your mistress , and make much of her . Laf . Farewel , pretty lady , you must hold the credit ...
... Exit Countess . Ber . [ to Hel . ] The best wishes , that can be forg'd im your thoughts , be fervants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother , your mistress , and make much of her . Laf . Farewel , pretty lady , you must hold the credit ...
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... Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewel ; if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monfieur Parolles , you were born under a cha- sitable flar . Par . Under Mars , I. Hel . I especially think , under Mars . Par ...
... Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewel ; if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monfieur Parolles , you were born under a cha- sitable flar . Par . Under Mars , I. Hel . I especially think , under Mars . Par ...
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... mifs her love ? --- The King's disease my project may deceive me , But my intents are fix'd , and will not leave me .. [ Exits . [ Exita SCENE SCENE changes to the Court of France . Flourish Cornets All's well , that Ends well . II.
... mifs her love ? --- The King's disease my project may deceive me , But my intents are fix'd , and will not leave me .. [ Exits . [ Exita SCENE SCENE changes to the Court of France . Flourish Cornets All's well , that Ends well . II.
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... Exit . Count . Well , now . Stew . I know , Madam , you love your gentlewoman intirely . Count . Faith , I do ; her father bequeath'd her to me ; . and fhe herself , without other advantages , may lawfully make title to as much love as ...
... Exit . Count . Well , now . Stew . I know , Madam , you love your gentlewoman intirely . Count . Faith , I do ; her father bequeath'd her to me ; . and fhe herself , without other advantages , may lawfully make title to as much love as ...
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... Exit Steward . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me , when I was young ; If we are nature's , these are ours this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of ...
... Exit Steward . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me , when I was young ; If we are nature's , these are ours this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of ...
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