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One that goes with him ; I love him for his fake , " And yet I know him a notorious liar ; " Think him a great way fool , folely a coward ; " Yet thefe fix'd evils fit fo fit in him , " That they take place , when Virtue's feely bones ...
One that goes with him ; I love him for his fake , " And yet I know him a notorious liar ; " Think him a great way fool , folely a coward ; " Yet thefe fix'd evils fit fo fit in him , " That they take place , when Virtue's feely bones ...
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... if the learned and all that belongs -it fhall do you Count . To be young again , if we could : I will be a fool fool in a question , hoping to be the wifer Sc . 4 . 23 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . SCENE IV. Changes to Roufilion. ...
... if the learned and all that belongs -it fhall do you Count . To be young again , if we could : I will be a fool fool in a question , hoping to be the wifer Sc . 4 . 23 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . SCENE IV. Changes to Roufilion. ...
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fool in a question , hoping to be the wifer by your answer . I pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , Sir * , there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours ...
fool in a question , hoping to be the wifer by your answer . I pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , Sir * , there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours ...
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Go to thou art a witty fool , I have found thee , Clo . Did you find me in yourfelf , Sir ? or were you taught to find me ? the fearch , Sir , was profitable , and much much fool may you find in you , even to ALL'S WELL .
Go to thou art a witty fool , I have found thee , Clo . Did you find me in yourfelf , Sir ? or were you taught to find me ? the fearch , Sir , was profitable , and much much fool may you find in you , even to ALL'S WELL .
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much fool may you find in you , even to the world's plea fure , and the increase of laughter . Par . A good knave , i ' faith , and well fed . Madam , my Lord will go away to - night , A very ferious bufinefs calls on him .
much fool may you find in you , even to the world's plea fure , and the increase of laughter . Par . A good knave , i ' faith , and well fed . Madam , my Lord will go away to - night , A very ferious bufinefs calls on him .
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The Works Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
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