The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 5 tomasR. Crowder, 1772 |
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... Enter VALENTINE . Val . So pleafe my Lord , I might not be admitted , But from her handmaid do return this answer : The element itself , ' till feven years hence , Shall not behold her face at ample view ; But , like a cloystress , she ...
... Enter VALENTINE . Val . So pleafe my Lord , I might not be admitted , But from her handmaid do return this answer : The element itself , ' till feven years hence , Shall not behold her face at ample view ; But , like a cloystress , she ...
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... Enter VIOLA , a Captain and Sailors . Vio . What country , friends , is this ? Cap . Illyria , Lady . Vio . And what fhould I do in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elyfium . →→→→→ [ failors ? Perchance he is not drowned ; what think ...
... Enter VIOLA , a Captain and Sailors . Vio . What country , friends , is this ? Cap . Illyria , Lady . Vio . And what fhould I do in Illyria ? My brother he is in Elyfium . →→→→→ [ failors ? Perchance he is not drowned ; what think ...
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... Enter Sir TOBY , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am fure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in earlier a - nights ; your niece , my Lady ...
... Enter Sir TOBY , and MARIA . Sir To . What a plague means my niece , to take the death of her brother thus ? I am fure , care's an enemy to life . Mar. By my troth , Sir Toby , you must come in earlier a - nights ; your niece , my Lady ...
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... Enter VALENTINE , and VIOLA , in Man's Attire . : Val . If the Duke continue these favours towards you , Cefario , you are like to be much advanced ; he hath known you but three days , and already you are no ftranger . Vio . You either ...
... Enter VALENTINE , and VIOLA , in Man's Attire . : Val . If the Duke continue these favours towards you , Cefario , you are like to be much advanced ; he hath known you but three days , and already you are no ftranger . Vio . You either ...
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... Enter MARIA and Clown . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou haft been , or I will not open my lips fo wide as a brittle may enter , in way of thy excufe ; my Lady will hang thee for thy ablence . Clo . Let her hang me ; he that is B 3 ...
... Enter MARIA and Clown . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou haft been , or I will not open my lips fo wide as a brittle may enter , in way of thy excufe ; my Lady will hang thee for thy ablence . Clo . Let her hang me ; he that is B 3 ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: in Twelve Volumes– Collated with the ..., 5 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1772 |
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