The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, 3 tomas |
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... better ac- quaintance . Mar. My name is Mary , Sir . Sir And . Good Miftrefs Mary Accost , - * We should read volto . In English , put on your Caftilian countenance ; that is , your grave , folemn looks . Warburton . Sir To . You ...
... better ac- quaintance . Mar. My name is Mary , Sir . Sir And . Good Miftrefs Mary Accost , - * We should read volto . In English , put on your Caftilian countenance ; that is , your grave , folemn looks . Warburton . Sir To . You ...
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... better in thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave afpect . Vio . I think not fo , my Lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it : For they fhall yet belie thy happy years , That fay thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth and ...
... better in thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave afpect . Vio . I think not fo , my Lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it : For they fhall yet belie thy happy years , That fay thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth and ...
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... Better be a witty fool than a foolish wit . God bless thee , Lady ! Oli . Take the fool away . Clo . Do you not hear , fellows ? take away the Lady . Oli . Go to , y'are a dry fool ; I'll no more of you ; befides you grow difhoneft ...
... Better be a witty fool than a foolish wit . God bless thee , Lady ! Oli . Take the fool away . Clo . Do you not hear , fellows ? take away the Lady . Oli . Go to , y'are a dry fool ; I'll no more of you ; befides you grow difhoneft ...
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... better the fool . Clo . God fend you , Sir , a fpeedy infirmity , for the better increasing your folly ! Sir Toby will be fworn , that I am no fox ; but he will not pass his word for twopence that you are no foel . Oli . How fay you to ...
... better the fool . Clo . God fend you , Sir , a fpeedy infirmity , for the better increasing your folly ! Sir Toby will be fworn , that I am no fox ; but he will not pass his word for twopence that you are no foel . Oli . How fay you to ...
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... better love a dream . Difguife , I fee thou art a wickedness , Wherein the pregnant enemy does much . How eafy is it , for the proper falfe In women's waxen hearts to fet their forms * ! Alas , our frailty is the caufe , not we , For ...
... better love a dream . Difguife , I fee thou art a wickedness , Wherein the pregnant enemy does much . How eafy is it , for the proper falfe In women's waxen hearts to fet their forms * ! Alas , our frailty is the caufe , not we , For ...
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