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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... Madam , do him all obeisance . Tell him from me , ( as he will win my love ) He bear himself with honourable action , Property , in the language of a play - house , is every implement neceffary to the exhibition . Such as he hath ...
... Madam , do him all obeisance . Tell him from me , ( as he will win my love ) He bear himself with honourable action , Property , in the language of a play - house , is every implement neceffary to the exhibition . Such as he hath ...
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... madam , or Joan madam ? Lord . Madam , and nothing else , so lords call la- [ dies . Sly . Come , fit down on my knee . Sim , drink to her . Madam wife , they say , that I have dream'd , and flept above some fifteen years and more ...
... madam , or Joan madam ? Lord . Madam , and nothing else , so lords call la- [ dies . Sly . Come , fit down on my knee . Sim , drink to her . Madam wife , they say , that I have dream'd , and flept above some fifteen years and more ...
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... Madam , undress you , and come now to bed - Sim , drink to her . Lady . Thrice - noble Lord , let me entreat of you , To pardon me yet for a night or two . Or , if not fo , until the fun be fet ; For your Physicians have exprefly charg ...
... Madam , undress you , and come now to bed - Sim , drink to her . Lady . Thrice - noble Lord , let me entreat of you , To pardon me yet for a night or two . Or , if not fo , until the fun be fet ; For your Physicians have exprefly charg ...
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... Madam Lady . ' Would , ' twere done ! - 4 Please ye , we may contrive this afternoon , ] Mr. Theo- bald asks what they were to con- trive ? and then says , a foolish corruption poffeffes the place , and so alters it to convive ; in ...
... Madam Lady . ' Would , ' twere done ! - 4 Please ye , we may contrive this afternoon , ] Mr. Theo- bald asks what they were to con- trive ? and then says , a foolish corruption poffeffes the place , and so alters it to convive ; in ...
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... Madam : Hac ibat Simois , hic est Si- geia tellus , Hic fteterat Priami regia celsa senis . Bian . Construe them ... Madam , my instrument's in tune . [ Returning . Bian . Let's hear . O fie , the treble jars . Luc . Spit in the ...
... Madam : Hac ibat Simois , hic est Si- geia tellus , Hic fteterat Priami regia celsa senis . Bian . Construe them ... Madam , my instrument's in tune . [ Returning . Bian . Let's hear . O fie , the treble jars . Luc . Spit in the ...
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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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