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... Merry Wives of Windsor . The Novels on which it is founded , and an Intro- duction aud Notes by J. O. Halliwell , Esq . Fools and Jesters ; with Armin's Nest of Ninnies , & c . Introduction , & c . by J. P. Collier , Esq . The Old Play ...
... Merry Wives of Windsor . The Novels on which it is founded , and an Intro- duction aud Notes by J. O. Halliwell , Esq . Fools and Jesters ; with Armin's Nest of Ninnies , & c . Introduction , & c . by J. P. Collier , Esq . The Old Play ...
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... Merry Wives , act ii . , sc 2 , “ I could drive her then from the ward of her purity , her reputation , her marriage - vow , and a thousand other her defences , which now 1 The quarto editions , including the later one of 1637 , read ...
... Merry Wives , act ii . , sc 2 , “ I could drive her then from the ward of her purity , her reputation , her marriage - vow , and a thousand other her defences , which now 1 The quarto editions , including the later one of 1637 , read ...
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... merry play " which Colwell had printed , and which , very pos- sibly , never was published on account of the offence it had given . It does not touch any points of religious faith , like some of the extant ancient dramas of that period ...
... merry play " which Colwell had printed , and which , very pos- sibly , never was published on account of the offence it had given . It does not touch any points of religious faith , like some of the extant ancient dramas of that period ...
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... merry prankes in the night . Then ground they malt , and had hempen shirts for their labours , daunst in rounds in greene meadows , pincht maids in their sleep that swept not their houses cleane , and led poor travellers out of their ...
... merry prankes in the night . Then ground they malt , and had hempen shirts for their labours , daunst in rounds in greene meadows , pincht maids in their sleep that swept not their houses cleane , and led poor travellers out of their ...
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... the bells shall ring so merry and loud ; And Robin shall go before with his crowd , But no one shall say I was silly or proud , Though I was married o ' Sunday . G When I come home we shall go to meat : THE TAMING OF THE SHREW . 81.
... the bells shall ring so merry and loud ; And Robin shall go before with his crowd , But no one shall say I was silly or proud , Though I was married o ' Sunday . G When I come home we shall go to meat : THE TAMING OF THE SHREW . 81.
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