Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relics . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles . 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 ...
... gone , and my idolatrous fancy Muft fanctify his relics . Who comes here ? Enter Parolles . 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 ...
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... gone Hel . That I wish well - ' tis pity- Par .. What's pity ? Hel . That wishing well had not a body in't Which might be felt ; that we the poorer born , Whose baser stars do fhut us up in wishes , Might with effects of them follow our ...
... gone Hel . That I wish well - ' tis pity- Par .. What's pity ? Hel . That wishing well had not a body in't Which might be felt ; that we the poorer born , Whose baser stars do fhut us up in wishes , Might with effects of them follow our ...
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... gone , fir . rah : the complaints I have heard of you , I do not all be- lieve ; ' tis my flowness that I do not ; for I know you lack not folly to commit them , and have ability enough to make fuch knaveries yours . Clo . ' Tis not ...
... gone , fir . rah : the complaints I have heard of you , I do not all be- lieve ; ' tis my flowness that I do not ; for I know you lack not folly to commit them , and have ability enough to make fuch knaveries yours . Clo . ' Tis not ...
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... gone , Sir , I'll talk with you more anon . Stew . May it please you , Madam , that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to speak .. Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair face ...
... gone , Sir , I'll talk with you more anon . Stew . May it please you , Madam , that he bid Helen come to you ; of her I am to speak .. Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair face ...
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... gone , Sir Knave , and do as I com- mand you ? Clo . That man that should be at a woman's command , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honesty be no Puritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplice of humility over the black gown ...
... gone , Sir Knave , and do as I com- mand you ? Clo . That man that should be at a woman's command , and yet no hurt done ! tho ' honesty be no Puritan , yet it will do no hurt ; it will wear the furplice of humility over the black gown ...
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