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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... must come in earlier a - nights ; your niece , my Lady , takes great exceptions to your ill hours . Sir To . Why , let her except , before excepted . Mar. Ay , but you must confine yourself within the modeft limits of order . Sir To ...
... must come in earlier a - nights ; your niece , my Lady , takes great exceptions to your ill hours . Sir To . Why , let her except , before excepted . Mar. Ay , but you must confine yourself within the modeft limits of order . Sir To ...
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... must be round with you . My Lady bade me tell you , that the harbours you as her uncle , the's nothing allied to your diforders . If you can feperate yourfelf and your mildemea- nors , you are welcome to the houfe : if not , an it would ...
... must be round with you . My Lady bade me tell you , that the harbours you as her uncle , the's nothing allied to your diforders . If you can feperate yourfelf and your mildemea- nors , you are welcome to the houfe : if not , an it would ...
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... must . › Say that fome lady , as perhaps there is , Hath for your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; You tell her fo ; muft the not then be answered ? Duke . There is no woman's fides 11 Can ...
... must . › Say that fome lady , as perhaps there is , Hath for your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; You tell her fo ; muft the not then be answered ? Duke . There is no woman's fides 11 Can ...
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... must amend your Sir To . Out , fcab ! drunkenness Fab . Nay , patience , or we break the finews of our plot . J Mal . Befides , you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight ---- . Sir And . That's me , I warrant you . Mal ...
... must amend your Sir To . Out , fcab ! drunkenness Fab . Nay , patience , or we break the finews of our plot . J Mal . Befides , you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight ---- . Sir And . That's me , I warrant you . Mal ...
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... must know . ” No manmust know --- what follows ? the numbers altered --- no man must know - if this should be thee ; Malvolio ?! Sir To . Marry , hang thee , Brock ! Mal . I may command where I adore , but fi lence , like a Lucrece ...
... must know . ” No manmust know --- what follows ? the numbers altered --- no man must know - if this should be thee ; Malvolio ?! Sir To . Marry , hang thee , Brock ! Mal . I may command where I adore , but fi lence , like a Lucrece ...
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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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anſwer art thou Arth better blood Cordelia Corn daughter Dauphin defire doth Duke Duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge Faule feek feems fenfe fervant ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill fuch fwear fweet fword Gent gentleman give Glo'fter Goneril hadit hand hath heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe Hubert Illyria James Gurney Kent King John knave Lady Lear lefs Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble paffage peace pr'ythee pray prefent Quarto reafon Regan ſay ſhall Sir Andrew Sir Toby ſpeak Stew tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art uſe whofe word worfe
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115 psl. - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
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