The Works of Shakespeare, 3 tomasJ. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... JOHN . LONDON : Printed for J. and P. Knapton , S.Birt , T.Longman , H. Lintot , C. Hitch , J. Hodges , J. Brindley , J. and R. Tonfon and S. Draper , B. Dod , and C. Corbet . M DCC LII . ན TENOX LIBRA RY HGravelot in Vol 3.P : 3.
... JOHN . LONDON : Printed for J. and P. Knapton , S.Birt , T.Longman , H. Lintot , C. Hitch , J. Hodges , J. Brindley , J. and R. Tonfon and S. Draper , B. Dod , and C. Corbet . M DCC LII . ན TENOX LIBRA RY HGravelot in Vol 3.P : 3.
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... John Drum's Entertainment , your Inclining cannot be remov'd . ] Lump of Ours has been the Reading of all the Edi- tions . Oart , according to my Emendation , bears a Confo- nancy with the other Terms accompanying , ( viz . Metal , Lump ...
... John Drum's Entertainment , your Inclining cannot be remov'd . ] Lump of Ours has been the Reading of all the Edi- tions . Oart , according to my Emendation , bears a Confo- nancy with the other Terms accompanying , ( viz . Metal , Lump ...
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... John Drum's entertainment , your inclining cannot be removed . Here he comes . Enter Parolles . 1 Lord . O , for the love of laughter , hinder not the humour of his defign , let him fetch off his drum in any hand . Ber . How now ...
... John Drum's entertainment , your inclining cannot be removed . Here he comes . Enter Parolles . 1 Lord . O , for the love of laughter , hinder not the humour of his defign , let him fetch off his drum in any hand . Ber . How now ...
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William Shakespeare. XZYCKIM CARDED IN FLAS THE LIFE and DEATH OF KING JOHN . U VOL . III . קא Dramatis Perfonæ . KING John . Prince Henry ,
William Shakespeare. XZYCKIM CARDED IN FLAS THE LIFE and DEATH OF KING JOHN . U VOL . III . קא Dramatis Perfonæ . KING John . Prince Henry ,
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... John . Elinor , Queen Mother of England . Conftance , Mother to Arthur . Blanch , Daughter to Alphonfo King of Caftile , and Niece to King John . Lady Faulconbridge , Mother to the Baftard , and Robert Faulconbridge . Citizens of ...
... John . Elinor , Queen Mother of England . Conftance , Mother to Arthur . Blanch , Daughter to Alphonfo King of Caftile , and Niece to King John . Lady Faulconbridge , Mother to the Baftard , and Robert Faulconbridge . Citizens of ...
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