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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... Dost thou love hawking ? thou hast hawks , will foar Above the morning lark . Or wilt thou hunt ? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them , And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth . I Man . Say , thou wilt course , thy ...
... Dost thou love hawking ? thou hast hawks , will foar Above the morning lark . Or wilt thou hunt ? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them , And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth . I Man . Say , thou wilt course , thy ...
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... dost thou wrong her , that did ne'er wrong thee ? When did the cross thee with a bitter word ? Cath . Her filence flouts me ; and I'll be reveng'd . [ Flies after Bianca . Bap . What , in my fight ? -Bianca , get thee in . [ Exit Bianca ...
... dost thou wrong her , that did ne'er wrong thee ? When did the cross thee with a bitter word ? Cath . Her filence flouts me ; and I'll be reveng'd . [ Flies after Bianca . Bap . What , in my fight ? -Bianca , get thee in . [ Exit Bianca ...
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... dost thou look fa pale ? Her . For fear , I promise you , if I look pale . Bap . What , will my daughter prove a good mu- fician ? Hor . I think , she'll sooner prove a foldier ; Iron may hold with her , but never lutes . Bap . Why ...
... dost thou look fa pale ? Her . For fear , I promise you , if I look pale . Bap . What , will my daughter prove a good mu- fician ? Hor . I think , she'll sooner prove a foldier ; Iron may hold with her , but never lutes . Bap . Why ...
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... dost not halt . Cath . Go , fool , and whom thou keep'st command . Pet . Did ever Dian so become a grove , As Kate this chamber with her princely gaite ? O , be thou Dian , and let her be Kate , And And then let Kate be chaft , and Dian ...
... dost not halt . Cath . Go , fool , and whom thou keep'st command . Pet . Did ever Dian so become a grove , As Kate this chamber with her princely gaite ? O , be thou Dian , and let her be Kate , And And then let Kate be chaft , and Dian ...
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... dost thou mean , a fat marriage ? S. Dro . Marry , Sir , she's the kitchen wench , and all grease ; and I know not what use to put her to , but to make a lamp of her , and run from her by her own light . I warrant , her rags , and the ...
... dost thou mean , a fat marriage ? S. Dro . Marry , Sir , she's the kitchen wench , and all grease ; and I know not what use to put her to , but to make a lamp of her , and run from her by her own light . I warrant , her rags , and 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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