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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... Exit Countess . Ber . [ To Hel . ] The best wishes that can be forg'd in your thoughts , be fervants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother your mistress , and make much of her . Laf . Farewel , pretty Lady , you must hold the cre- dit of ...
... Exit Countess . Ber . [ To Hel . ] The best wishes that can be forg'd in your thoughts , be fervants to you ! Be comfortable to my mother your mistress , and make much of her . Laf . Farewel , pretty Lady , you must hold the cre- dit of ...
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... Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewel ; if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Moufieur Parolles , you were born under a cha- ritable ftar . Par . Under Mars , I. Hel . I efpecially think under Mars . Par ...
... Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewel ; if I can remember thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Moufieur Parolles , you were born under a cha- ritable ftar . Par . Under Mars , I. Hel . I efpecially think under Mars . Par ...
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... Exit . S CE NE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free fcope ; only doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it which mounts my ...
... Exit . S CE NE IV . Hel . Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie , Which we afcribe to Heav'n . The fated sky Gives us free fcope ; only doth backward pull Our flow defigns , when we ourselves are dull . What power is it which mounts my ...
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... Exit . Count . Well , now . Stew . I know , Madam , you love your gentlewoman entirely . Count . ' Faith , I do ; her father bequeath'd her to me ; and she herself , without other advantages , may lawfully make title to as much love as ...
... Exit . Count . Well , now . Stew . I know , Madam , you love your gentlewoman entirely . Count . ' Faith , I do ; her father bequeath'd her to me ; and she herself , without other advantages , may lawfully make title to as much love as ...
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... Exit Steward . Enter Helena . SCENE VII . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me when I was young ; If we are nature's , these are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It ...
... Exit Steward . Enter Helena . SCENE VII . Count . Ev'n fo it was with me when I was young ; If we are nature's , these are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It ...
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The works of Shakespear [ed. by H. Blair], in which the beauties observed by ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1771 |
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