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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... muft catechife you for it , Madona ; good my mouse of virtue , answer me . Oli . Well , Sir , for want of other idleness , I'll bide your proof . Clo . Good Madona , why mournest thou ? Oli . Good fool , for my brother's death . Clo . I ...
... muft catechife you for it , Madona ; good my mouse of virtue , answer me . Oli . Well , Sir , for want of other idleness , I'll bide your proof . Clo . Good Madona , why mournest thou ? Oli . Good fool , for my brother's death . Clo . I ...
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... muft be ; and be this fo ! [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE , the Street . Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN . ANTONIO . WILL you flay no longer ? nor will you not that I go with you ? Sb . By your patience , no : my ftars fhine dark- ly over me : the ...
... muft be ; and be this fo ! [ Exit . ACT II . SCENE , the Street . Enter ANTONIO and SEBASTIAN . ANTONIO . WILL you flay no longer ? nor will you not that I go with you ? Sb . By your patience , no : my ftars fhine dark- ly over me : the ...
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... muft entangle this , not I ;. It is too hard a knot for me t ' unty . SCENE ,, changes to Olivia's House . Enter Sir TOBY , and Sir ANDREW . Sir To . Approach ,, Sir Andrew , not to be a - bed after midnight , is to be up betimes ; and ...
... muft entangle this , not I ;. It is too hard a knot for me t ' unty . SCENE ,, changes to Olivia's House . Enter Sir TOBY , and Sir ANDREW . Sir To . Approach ,, Sir Andrew , not to be a - bed after midnight , is to be up betimes ; and ...
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... muft the not then be answered ? Duke . There is no woman's fides 11 Can bide the beating of fo ftrong a paffion , As love doth give my heart no woman's heart So big to hold to much ; they lack retention . Alas , their love may be called ...
... muft the not then be answered ? Duke . There is no woman's fides 11 Can bide the beating of fo ftrong a paffion , As love doth give my heart no woman's heart So big to hold to much ; they lack retention . Alas , their love may be called ...
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... muft obey . This comes with feeking you ; But there's no remedy . I fhall answer it . What will you do ? now my neceffity Makes me to afk you for my purfe . It grieves mé Much more , for what I cannot do for you , Than what befals ...
... muft obey . This comes with feeking you ; But there's no remedy . I fhall answer it . What will you do ? now my neceffity Makes me to afk you for my purfe . It grieves mé Much more , for what I cannot do for you , Than what befals ...
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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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