The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... dead ; and all the lands thou haft Lye in a pitcht field . Alc . I defie land , my Lord . 1 Lord . We are fo virtuously bound Tim . And fo am I to you . 2 Lord . So infinitely endear'd Tim . All to you . Lights ! more lights , more ...
... dead ; and all the lands thou haft Lye in a pitcht field . Alc . I defie land , my Lord . 1 Lord . We are fo virtuously bound Tim . And fo am I to you . 2 Lord . So infinitely endear'd Tim . All to you . Lights ! more lights , more ...
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... dead , Doors , that were ne'er acquainted with their wards Many a bounteous year , muft be employ'd Now to guard fure their mafter . And this is all a liberal courfe allows ; Who cannot keep his wealth , muft keep his house . [ Exit ...
... dead , Doors , that were ne'er acquainted with their wards Many a bounteous year , muft be employ'd Now to guard fure their mafter . And this is all a liberal courfe allows ; Who cannot keep his wealth , muft keep his house . [ Exit ...
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... dead , Some that were hang'd , no matter : Wear them , betray with them ; and whore on ftill . Paint till a horse may mire upon your face ; A pox of wrinkles ! Beth . Well , more gold what then ? Believe that we'll do any thing for gold ...
... dead , Some that were hang'd , no matter : Wear them , betray with them ; and whore on ftill . Paint till a horse may mire upon your face ; A pox of wrinkles ! Beth . Well , more gold what then ? Believe that we'll do any thing for gold ...
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... dead ! I'll fay th ' haft gold ; Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly . Tim . Throng'd to ? Apem . Ay . Tim . Thy back , I pr'ythee : live and love thy misery : Long live fo or fo die , fo I am quit , Mo things like men ? eat , Timon , and ...
... dead ! I'll fay th ' haft gold ; Thou wilt be throng'd to shortly . Tim . Throng'd to ? Apem . Ay . Tim . Thy back , I pr'ythee : live and love thy misery : Long live fo or fo die , fo I am quit , Mo things like men ? eat , Timon , and ...
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... dead ; let us return , And ftrain what other means is left unto us In our dread peril . Sen. It requires swift foot . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . The Walls of Athens . Enter tavo other Senators , with a Messenger . I Sen. Thou haft painfully ...
... dead ; let us return , And ftrain what other means is left unto us In our dread peril . Sen. It requires swift foot . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . The Walls of Athens . Enter tavo other Senators , with a Messenger . I Sen. Thou haft painfully ...
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