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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... foul and loathfome is thy image ! - Sirs , I will practise on this drunken man . What think you , if he were convey'd to bed , Wrapt in fweet cloaths ; rings put upon his fingers ; A moft delicious banquet by his bed , 5 Brach , Merrim ...
... foul and loathfome is thy image ! - Sirs , I will practise on this drunken man . What think you , if he were convey'd to bed , Wrapt in fweet cloaths ; rings put upon his fingers ; A moft delicious banquet by his bed , 5 Brach , Merrim ...
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... foul a fpirit ! - your Ho- Sly . What , would you make me mad ? am not I Christophero Sly , old Sly's Son of Burton - beath , by birth a pedlar , by education a card - maker , by tranfmutation a bearherd , and now by prefent profeffion ...
... foul a fpirit ! - your Ho- Sly . What , would you make me mad ? am not I Christophero Sly , old Sly's Son of Burton - beath , by birth a pedlar , by education a card - maker , by tranfmutation a bearherd , and now by prefent profeffion ...
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... foul as was Florentius ' love , 7 As old as Sibyl , and as curst and shrewd As Socrates ' Xantippe , or a worse , She moves me not ; or not removes , at leaft , * Affection's edge in me . Were fhe as rough As $ Where Small experience ...
... foul as was Florentius ' love , 7 As old as Sibyl , and as curst and shrewd As Socrates ' Xantippe , or a worse , She moves me not ; or not removes , at leaft , * Affection's edge in me . Were fhe as rough As $ Where Small experience ...
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... foul ways ! was ever man fo beaten ? 3 was ever man fo ray'd ? was ever man fo weary ? I am fent before , to make a fire ; and they are coming after , to warm them now were not I a little pot , and foon hot , my very lips might freeze ...
... foul ways ! was ever man fo beaten ? 3 was ever man fo ray'd ? was ever man fo weary ? I am fent before , to make a fire ; and they are coming after , to warm them now were not I a little pot , and foon hot , my very lips might freeze ...
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... foul hill , my master riding behind my mistress . Curt . Both on one horse ? Gru . What's that to thee ? Curt . Why , a horse . But hadft thou not Gru . Tell thou the tale . croft me , thou should'ft have heard how her horfe fell , and ...
... foul hill , my master riding behind my mistress . Curt . Both on one horse ? Gru . What's that to thee ? Curt . Why , a horse . But hadft thou not Gru . Tell thou the tale . croft me , thou should'ft have heard how her horfe fell , and ...
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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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