The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by Pope, Warburton and Dodd are pointed out, together with the author's life; a glossary [&c.]. |
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... Bithynia's well : this fatisfaction The bygone day proclaim'd ; fay this to him , He's beat from his best ward . Leo . Well faid , Hermione . [ To Pol . Her . To tell , he longs to fee his fon , were strong ; But let him fay fo then ...
... Bithynia's well : this fatisfaction The bygone day proclaim'd ; fay this to him , He's beat from his best ward . Leo . Well faid , Hermione . [ To Pol . Her . To tell , he longs to fee his fon , were strong ; But let him fay fo then ...
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... Bithynia ftays here longer . Leo . Ha ? Cam . Stays here longer . Leo . Ay , but why ? Cam . To fatisfy your Highness , and th ' intreaties Of our most gracious mistress . Leo . Satisfy Th ' intreaties of your mistress ? fatisfy ? Let ...
... Bithynia ftays here longer . Leo . Ha ? Cam . Stays here longer . Leo . Ay , but why ? Cam . To fatisfy your Highness , and th ' intreaties Of our most gracious mistress . Leo . Satisfy Th ' intreaties of your mistress ? fatisfy ? Let ...
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... Bithynia nothing ; My wife is nothing ; nor nothing have these nothings , If this be nothing . Cam . Good my Lord , be cur'd Of this diseas'd opinion , and betimes ; For ' tis most dangerous . Leo . Say it be , ' tis true . Cam . No ...
... Bithynia nothing ; My wife is nothing ; nor nothing have these nothings , If this be nothing . Cam . Good my Lord , be cur'd Of this diseas'd opinion , and betimes ; For ' tis most dangerous . Leo . Say it be , ' tis true . Cam . No ...
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... Bithynia for't : Provided , that , when he's remov'd , your highness Will take again your Queen , as your's at firft , Even for your fon's fake , and thereby for fealing The injury of tongues , in courts and kingdoms Known and allay'd ...
... Bithynia for't : Provided , that , when he's remov'd , your highness Will take again your Queen , as your's at firft , Even for your fon's fake , and thereby for fealing The injury of tongues , in courts and kingdoms Known and allay'd ...
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... Bithynia . A defart country ; the fea at a little diftance . Enter Antigonus with a child , and a Mariner . Ant . Thou art perfect then , our fhip hath touch'd The defarts of Bithynia ? Mar. Ay , my Lord ? and fear , [ upon We've landed ...
... Bithynia . A defart country ; the fea at a little diftance . Enter Antigonus with a child , and a Mariner . Ant . Thou art perfect then , our fhip hath touch'd The defarts of Bithynia ? Mar. Ay , my Lord ? and fear , [ upon We've landed ...
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
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