The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, 6 tomasR. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... Pift . Bafe tike , call'ft thou me - host ? Now , by this hand I fwear , I fcorn the term ; Nor fhall my Nell keep lodgers . Quick . No , by my troth , not long : for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen , that live ...
... Pift . Bafe tike , call'ft thou me - host ? Now , by this hand I fwear , I fcorn the term ; Nor fhall my Nell keep lodgers . Quick . No , by my troth , not long : for we cannot lodge and board a dozen or fourteen gentlewomen , that live ...
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... Pift . Solus , egregious dog ? O viper vile ! The folus in thy moft varvellous face ; The folus in thy teeth , and in thy throat , And in thy hateful lungs , yea , in thy maw , perdy ; And , which is worfe , within thy nasty mouth ! I ...
... Pift . Solus , egregious dog ? O viper vile ! The folus in thy moft varvellous face ; The folus in thy teeth , and in thy throat , And in thy hateful lungs , yea , in thy maw , perdy ; And , which is worfe , within thy nasty mouth ! I ...
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... Pift . Let floods o'erfwell , and fiends for food howl on ! Nym . You'll pay me the eight fhillings I won of you at betting ? Pift . Bafe is the flave that pays . Nym . That now I will have ; that's the humour of it . Pift . As manhood ...
... Pift . Let floods o'erfwell , and fiends for food howl on ! Nym . You'll pay me the eight fhillings I won of you at betting ? Pift . Bafe is the flave that pays . Nym . That now I will have ; that's the humour of it . Pift . As manhood ...
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... Pift . Nym , thou haft spoke the right ; His heart is fracted , and corroborate . Nym . The king is a good king : but it must be as it may ; he paffes fome humours , and careers . Pift . Let us condole the knight ; for , lambkins we ...
... Pift . Nym , thou haft spoke the right ; His heart is fracted , and corroborate . Nym . The king is a good king : but it must be as it may ; he paffes fome humours , and careers . Pift . Let us condole the knight ; for , lambkins we ...
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... Pift . No ; for my manly heart doth yern .-- Bardolph , be blith ; -Nym , roufe thy vaunting veins ; Boy , briftle thy courage up ; for Falstaff he is dead , And And we must yern therefore . Bard . ' Would Aa 11 . 27 KING HENRY V.
... Pift . No ; for my manly heart doth yern .-- Bardolph , be blith ; -Nym , roufe thy vaunting veins ; Boy , briftle thy courage up ; for Falstaff he is dead , And And we must yern therefore . Bard . ' Would Aa 11 . 27 KING HENRY V.
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