Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... foul the clearness of our defervings , when of ourselves we publish them . Count . What does this knave here ! get you gone , fir . rah : the complaints I have heard of you , I do not all be- lieve ; ' tis my flowness that I do not ...
... foul the clearness of our defervings , when of ourselves we publish them . Count . What does this knave here ! get you gone , fir . rah : the complaints I have heard of you , I do not all be- lieve ; ' tis my flowness that I do not ...
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... foul mouth'd and calumni- ous knave ? Clo . A prophet , I , Madam ; and I speak the truth the next way . " For I the ballad will repeat , which men full true shall find : " Your marriage comes by deftiny , your cuckow fings by " kind ...
... foul mouth'd and calumni- ous knave ? Clo . A prophet , I , Madam ; and I speak the truth the next way . " For I the ballad will repeat , which men full true shall find : " Your marriage comes by deftiny , your cuckow fings by " kind ...
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... foul of this man is his clothes . Truft him not in matter of heavy confequence . I have kept of them tame , and know their natures . Farewell , Monfieur ; I have spoken better of you , than you have or will deserve at my hand , but we ...
... foul of this man is his clothes . Truft him not in matter of heavy confequence . I have kept of them tame , and know their natures . Farewell , Monfieur ; I have spoken better of you , than you have or will deserve at my hand , but we ...
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... foul upon oath , never truft my judg- ment in any thing . 2 Lord . O , for the love of laughter , let him fetch . his drum ; he fays , he has a ftratagem for't ; when your Lordship fees the bottom of his fuccefs in't , and to what metal ...
... foul upon oath , never truft my judg- ment in any thing . 2 Lord . O , for the love of laughter , let him fetch . his drum ; he fays , he has a ftratagem for't ; when your Lordship fees the bottom of his fuccefs in't , and to what metal ...
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... foul is in hell , Madona . Oli . I know his foul is in heav'n , fool . Cie Clo . The more fool you , Madona , to 20 A & t I. TWELFTH NIGHT ; OR ,
... foul is in hell , Madona . Oli . I know his foul is in heav'n , fool . Cie Clo . The more fool you , Madona , to 20 A & t I. TWELFTH NIGHT ; OR ,
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