Modern Characters for 1778: By Shakespear, 1 tomasprinted, and sold by D. Brown; and all the booksellers in town and country, 1778 - 81 psl. |
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... you have me , Lady ? Rich . III . A & II . No , my Lord , unless I might have another for working days . - Your Grace is too coftly to wear every day . Much Ado , A & II . Lord Lord M - F T , -Heaven made him 2 9 BY SHAKESPEAR .
... you have me , Lady ? Rich . III . A & II . No , my Lord , unless I might have another for working days . - Your Grace is too coftly to wear every day . Much Ado , A & II . Lord Lord M - F T , -Heaven made him 2 9 BY SHAKESPEAR .
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... grace . Lord M- Cymb . A & III SFD . They vent reproaches Moft bitterly on you , as putter on Of thefe exertions ; yet the King , our Mafter , Efcapes not language unmannerly . Hen . VIII . A & I. Hon . Mrs. DR . Hath Romeo flain ...
... grace . Lord M- Cymb . A & III SFD . They vent reproaches Moft bitterly on you , as putter on Of thefe exertions ; yet the King , our Mafter , Efcapes not language unmannerly . Hen . VIII . A & I. Hon . Mrs. DR . Hath Romeo flain ...
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... grace being the foul of your complexion , fhall keep the body of is ever fair . Mea , for Mea . AQ U ... . Mr. W. D- KE . Why what is Tibalt More than the prince of cats ? Rom . and Jul . Lord Sus- -X . -Oh , treason of my blood ...
... grace being the foul of your complexion , fhall keep the body of is ever fair . Mea , for Mea . AQ U ... . Mr. W. D- KE . Why what is Tibalt More than the prince of cats ? Rom . and Jul . Lord Sus- -X . -Oh , treason of my blood ...
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... Grace ! Sir WATKIN LEWS . A & V. A certain Knight that fwore " by his honor " " " they were good pan - cakes , and fwore by his honor . the mustard was nought : -Now , I'll fwear to it ,, the pancakes were nought , and the mustard was ...
... Grace ! Sir WATKIN LEWS . A & V. A certain Knight that fwore " by his honor " " " they were good pan - cakes , and fwore by his honor . the mustard was nought : -Now , I'll fwear to it ,, the pancakes were nought , and the mustard was ...
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... grace this latter age with noble deed . Hen . IV . A & V. Sir TH- -S CL § . You'll be fo lean , the blafts of January will blow you through and through . Sir J. L - DD .. ' Tis an unweeed garden Winter's Tale . That grows to feed ...
... grace this latter age with noble deed . Hen . IV . A & V. Sir TH- -S CL § . You'll be fo lean , the blafts of January will blow you through and through . Sir J. L - DD .. ' Tis an unweeed garden Winter's Tale . That grows to feed ...
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A& H A& III A& IV A&II A&IV All's beauty Befhrew beſt brave buſineſs Cafar caufe cheek Chriftian Cleop Coriolanus Cymb defire diſpoſed Ditto doth Duke Duke Earl faid fair falfe fame faſhion father's feems fellow fhall fhew fince fing fome foul fpeaks fpirit ftand ftill ftrange fuch fweet fwore gold grace Hamlet hath heart heav'n Henry VI himſelf honour horfe horſe itſelf juft Julius Cæfar King John Lady Lady laft Lear Letchery live Lord Lord Love's Labour Loft Macbeth marry Merch Merry Wives Mifs moft moſt muft never noble Othello praiſe preſent reafon Rich Richard III ſay ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſpeak ſteal thee thefe theſe Thou art Timon of Athens tongue Troilus and Creffida Twelfth Night univerfal VIII Windfor Winter's Tale
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