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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... Lady mourns at his disease ; Persuade him , that he hath been lunatick . And when he fays he is , fay , that he dreams ; For he is nothing but a mighty lord : This do , and do it kindly , gentle Sirs : It will be paftime paffing ...
... Lady mourns at his disease ; Persuade him , that he hath been lunatick . And when he fays he is , fay , that he dreams ; For he is nothing but a mighty lord : This do , and do it kindly , gentle Sirs : It will be paftime paffing ...
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... lady . That done , conduct him to the drunkard's chamber , And call him Madam , do him all obeifance . Tell him from ... ladies Unto their 8 THE TAMING.
... lady . That done , conduct him to the drunkard's chamber , And call him Madam , do him all obeifance . Tell him from ... ladies Unto their 8 THE TAMING.
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William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. Such as he hath obferv'd in noble ladies Unto their lords , by them accomplish'd ... lady and your humble wife , May fhew her duty , and make known her love ? And then with kind embracements , tempting ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. Such as he hath obferv'd in noble ladies Unto their lords , by them accomplish'd ... lady and your humble wife , May fhew her duty , and make known her love ? And then with kind embracements , tempting ...
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... lady mourn . 2 Man . Oh , this it is that makes your fervants droop . Lord . Hence comes it , that your kindred fhun your house . As beaten hence by your strange lunacy . Oh , noble Lord , bethink thee of thy birth , Call home thy ...
... lady mourn . 2 Man . Oh , this it is that makes your fervants droop . Lord . Hence comes it , that your kindred fhun your house . As beaten hence by your strange lunacy . Oh , noble Lord , bethink thee of thy birth , Call home thy ...
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... lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waining age . 1 Man . And ' till the tears , that fhe hath fhed for thee , Like envious floods , o'er - ran her lovely face , She was the fairest creature in the world , And yet he is ...
... lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waining age . 1 Man . And ' till the tears , that fhe hath fhed for thee , Like envious floods , o'er - ran her lovely face , She was the fairest creature in the world , And yet he is ...
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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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