Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, 3 tomasG.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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... BARD . What news ? GADS . Cafe ye , cafe ye ; on with your visors ; there's money of the king's coming down the hill ; ' tis going to the king's exchequer . FAL . You lie , you rogue ; ' tis going to the king's tavern . VOL . III . T ...
... BARD . What news ? GADS . Cafe ye , cafe ye ; on with your visors ; there's money of the king's coming down the hill ; ' tis going to the king's exchequer . FAL . You lie , you rogue ; ' tis going to the king's tavern . VOL . III . T ...
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... BARD . ' Faith , I ran when I faw others run . P. HEN . Tell me now in earnest , How came Falstaff's fword fo hack'd ? PETO . Why , he hack'd it with his dagger ; and said , he would fwear truth out of England , but he would make you ...
... BARD . ' Faith , I ran when I faw others run . P. HEN . Tell me now in earnest , How came Falstaff's fword fo hack'd ? PETO . Why , he hack'd it with his dagger ; and said , he would fwear truth out of England , but he would make you ...
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... BARD . What think you they portend ? P. HEN . Hot livers , and cold purfes . BARD . Choler , my lord , if rightly taken . P. HEN . No , if rightly taken , halter . Re - enter FALSTAFF . you be- Here comes lean Jack , here comes bare ...
... BARD . What think you they portend ? P. HEN . Hot livers , and cold purfes . BARD . Choler , my lord , if rightly taken . P. HEN . No , if rightly taken , halter . Re - enter FALSTAFF . you be- Here comes lean Jack , here comes bare ...
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... BARD . O , my lord , my lord ; the fheriff , with a most monftrous watch , is at the door . FAL . Out , you rogue ! play out the play : I have much to fay in the behalf of that Falstaff . Re - enter HOSTESS , haflily . IOST . O Jefu ...
... BARD . O , my lord , my lord ; the fheriff , with a most monftrous watch , is at the door . FAL . Out , you rogue ! play out the play : I have much to fay in the behalf of that Falstaff . Re - enter HOSTESS , haflily . IOST . O Jefu ...
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... BARD . Sir John , you are fo fretful , you cannot live long . FAL . Why , there is it : -come , fing me a bawdy fong ; make me merry . I was as virtuously given , as a gentle- man need to be ; virtuous enough : fwore little ; diced ...
... BARD . Sir John , you are fo fretful , you cannot live long . FAL . Why , there is it : -come , fing me a bawdy fong ; make me merry . I was as virtuously given , as a gentle- man need to be ; virtuous enough : fwore little ; diced ...
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Works, Containing His Plays and Poems– To which is Added a Glossary, 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1797 |
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