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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... Whose sudden fight hath thrall'd my wounded eye . Enter Biondello . Here comes the rogue . Sirrah , where have you been ? Bion . Where have I been ? nay , how now , where are you ? master , has my fellow Tranio stoll'n your cloaths , or ...
... Whose sudden fight hath thrall'd my wounded eye . Enter Biondello . Here comes the rogue . Sirrah , where have you been ? Bion . Where have I been ? nay , how now , where are you ? master , has my fellow Tranio stoll'n your cloaths , or ...
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... whose hap shall be to have her , Will not fo graceless be , to be ingrate . Hor . Sir , you fay well , and well you do conceive ; And fince you do profess to be a suitor , You must , as we do , gratify this Gentleman , To whom we all ...
... whose hap shall be to have her , Will not fo graceless be , to be ingrate . Hor . Sir , you fay well , and well you do conceive ; And fince you do profess to be a suitor , You must , as we do , gratify this Gentleman , To whom we all ...
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... Whose tongue ? Cath . Yours , if you talk of tails ; and so farewel . Pet . What with my tongue in your tail ? nay , come again , Good Kate , I am a gentleman . Cath . That I'll try . [ She strikes him . Pet . I swear , I'll cuff you ...
... Whose tongue ? Cath . Yours , if you talk of tails ; and so farewel . Pet . What with my tongue in your tail ? nay , come again , Good Kate , I am a gentleman . Cath . That I'll try . [ She strikes him . Pet . I swear , I'll cuff you ...
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... whose hand , she being now at hand ,. 4 Gru.winter tames man , womar and beast ; for it bath tam'd my old majier , and my new mistress , and MY Self , fellow Cur- tis . Curt . Away , you three - inch'd fool ; I am no beafß . ] Why had ...
... whose hand , she being now at hand ,. 4 Gru.winter tames man , womar and beast ; for it bath tam'd my old majier , and my new mistress , and MY Self , fellow Cur- tis . Curt . Away , you three - inch'd fool ; I am no beafß . ] Why had ...
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William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. tress , whose hand , she being now at hand , thou shalt foon feel to thy cold comfort , for being flow in thy hot office . Curt . I pr'ythee , good Grumio , tell me , how goes the world ? Gru . A cold ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. tress , whose hand , she being now at hand , thou shalt foon feel to thy cold comfort , for being flow in thy hot office . Curt . I pr'ythee , good Grumio , tell me , how goes the world ? Gru . A cold ...
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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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