The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, 7 tomasC. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... ther flight . French . ' Faith , yes , to be put to the arbitrement of fwords ; and by fuch two , that would by all likeli- hood have confounded one the other , or have fall'n both . lach . Can we with manners afk , what was the dif ...
... ther flight . French . ' Faith , yes , to be put to the arbitrement of fwords ; and by fuch two , that would by all likeli- hood have confounded one the other , or have fall'n both . lach . Can we with manners afk , what was the dif ...
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... ther ; every Jack - flave hath his belly full of fighting , and I must go up and down like a cock that no body can match . 2 Lord . You are a cock and a capon too ; and you crow , cock , with your comb on . [ Afide . Clot . Say'ft thou ...
... ther ; every Jack - flave hath his belly full of fighting , and I must go up and down like a cock that no body can match . 2 Lord . You are a cock and a capon too ; and you crow , cock , with your comb on . [ Afide . Clot . Say'ft thou ...
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... Ajax , and Therfites . HERSITES , - AJAX . Ther . Agamemnon - how if he had boiles - full , all over , generally . Ajax . Therfites , [ Talking to himself . Ther Ther . And thofe boiles did run - fay fodid 342 TROILUS and CRESSID A.
... Ajax , and Therfites . HERSITES , - AJAX . Ther . Agamemnon - how if he had boiles - full , all over , generally . Ajax . Therfites , [ Talking to himself . Ther Ther . And thofe boiles did run - fay fodid 342 TROILUS and CRESSID A.
343 psl.
... Ther . And thofe boiles did run - fay fodid not the General run ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax . Dog ! 2 Ther . Then there would come fome matter from him : I fee none now . Ajax . Thou bitch - wolf's fon , canst thou not hear ...
... Ther . And thofe boiles did run - fay fodid not the General run ? were not that a botchy core ? Ajax . Dog ! 2 Ther . Then there would come fome matter from him : I fee none now . Ajax . Thou bitch - wolf's fon , canst thou not hear ...
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... Ther . He would pound thee into shivers with his fift , As a failior breaks a bisket . Ajax . You whoreson cur ! Ther . Do , do . Ajax . Thou ftool for a witch ! - [ Beating him . Ther . Ay , do , do , thou fodden - witted Lord ; thou ...
... Ther . He would pound thee into shivers with his fift , As a failior breaks a bisket . Ajax . You whoreson cur ! Ther . Do , do . Ajax . Thou ftool for a witch ! - [ Beating him . Ther . Ay , do , do , thou fodden - witted Lord ; thou ...
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The Works of Shakespeare– In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., 7 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1757 |
The Works of Shakespeare– In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., 7 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1740 |
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22 psl. - How that might change his nature, there's the question: It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him? — that? And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
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7 psl. - And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
372 psl. - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.