The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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... baft fworn my love to be . Mop . Thou baft fworn it more to me : Then whither goeft ? fay whither ? Clo . We'll have this fong out anon by ourselves : my father and the gentlemen are in fad talk , and we'll not ' trouble them : come ...
... baft fworn my love to be . Mop . Thou baft fworn it more to me : Then whither goeft ? fay whither ? Clo . We'll have this fong out anon by ourselves : my father and the gentlemen are in fad talk , and we'll not ' trouble them : come ...
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... was his mother fair , there was good sport at his making , and the whorefon must be acknowledg'd . Do you know this nobleman , Edmund ? Baft . No , my Lord . Glo , My Lord of Kent ; Remember him hereafter 13 Glo KING LEAR. ...
... was his mother fair , there was good sport at his making , and the whorefon must be acknowledg'd . Do you know this nobleman , Edmund ? Baft . No , my Lord . Glo , My Lord of Kent ; Remember him hereafter 13 Glo KING LEAR. ...
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... Baft . My fervices to your Lordship . Kent . I muft love you , and fue to know you better . Baft . Sir , I fhall study your deserving . Glo . He hath been out nine years , and away he shall again . The King is coming SCENE II . To them ...
... Baft . My fervices to your Lordship . Kent . I muft love you , and fue to know you better . Baft . Sir , I fhall study your deserving . Glo . He hath been out nine years , and away he shall again . The King is coming SCENE II . To them ...
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... Baft . Thou , Nature , art my Goddess , to thy law My fervices are bound ; wherefore fhould I Stand to the plague of custom , and permit The courtesy of nations to deprive me , For that I am fome twelve or fourteen moonshines VOL . IV ...
... Baft . Thou , Nature , art my Goddess , to thy law My fervices are bound ; wherefore fhould I Stand to the plague of custom , and permit The courtesy of nations to deprive me , For that I am fome twelve or fourteen moonshines VOL . IV ...
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... Baft . I know no news , my Lord . Glo . What paper were you reading ? Baft . Nothing , my Lord . Glo . No ! what needed then that terrible dispatch of it into your pocket ? the quality of nothing hath not fuch * Edmund is here ...
... Baft . I know no news , my Lord . Glo . What paper were you reading ? Baft . Nothing , my Lord . Glo . No ! what needed then that terrible dispatch of it into your pocket ? the quality of nothing hath not fuch * Edmund is here ...
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The Works of Shakespear In Nine Volumes ; with a Glossary, 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1748 |
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