The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, 3 tomas |
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... remains , It glows , and with a fullen [ beat , Like fire in logs , it burns , and [ warms us longi And though the flame be not [ fo great Yet is the heat as firong . In In ivory coffers I have stuft my crowns ; In 44 THE TAMING SCENE ...
... remains , It glows , and with a fullen [ beat , Like fire in logs , it burns , and [ warms us longi And though the flame be not [ fo great Yet is the heat as firong . In In ivory coffers I have stuft my crowns ; In 44 THE TAMING SCENE ...
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... beat me because her horfe ftumbled , how the waded through the dirt to pluck him off me ; how he fwore , how the pray'd that never pray'd before ; how I cry'd ; how the horses ran away ; how her bridle was burft ; how I loft my crupper ...
... beat me because her horfe ftumbled , how the waded through the dirt to pluck him off me ; how he fwore , how the pray'd that never pray'd before ; how I cry'd ; how the horses ran away ; how her bridle was burft ; how I loft my crupper ...
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... beat , and will not be obedient . She ate no meat to day , nor none shall eat . Laft night she slept not , nor to night shall not : As with the meat , fome undeserved fault I'll find about the making of the bed . And here I'll fling the ...
... beat , and will not be obedient . She ate no meat to day , nor none shall eat . Laft night she slept not , nor to night shall not : As with the meat , fome undeserved fault I'll find about the making of the bed . And here I'll fling the ...
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... Beats him . That feed'ft me with the very name of meat : Sorrow on thee , and all the pack of you , That triumph thus upon my mifery ! Go , get thee gone , I say . SCENE SCENE VII . Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio , with meat 72 THE TAMING.
... Beats him . That feed'ft me with the very name of meat : Sorrow on thee , and all the pack of you , That triumph thus upon my mifery ! Go , get thee gone , I say . SCENE SCENE VII . Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio , with meat 72 THE TAMING.
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... beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread : I faid a gown . Pet . Proceed . Tay . With a fmall compaft cape . Gru . I confefs the cape . Tay . With a trunk - fleeve . Gru . I confefs two fleeves . Tay . The fleeves curioufly cut ...
... beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread : I faid a gown . Pet . Proceed . Tay . With a fmall compaft cape . Gru . I confefs the cape . Tay . With a trunk - fleeve . Gru . I confefs two fleeves . Tay . The fleeves curioufly cut ...
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The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr ..., 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1765 |
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