Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... mafter have a thousand loves , A mother , and a miftrefs , and a friend * ; I know not what he fhall- The court's a learning place Par . What one , i ' faith ? -God fend him well ! - and he is gone Hel . That I wish well - ' tis pity ...
... mafter have a thousand loves , A mother , and a miftrefs , and a friend * ; I know not what he fhall- The court's a learning place Par . What one , i ' faith ? -God fend him well ! - and he is gone Hel . That I wish well - ' tis pity ...
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... mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. VOL . III . B Count Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You Sc . 7 . 13 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . ftall this in your bofom ...
... mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. VOL . III . B Count Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You Sc . 7 . 13 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . ftall this in your bofom ...
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... mafter did well to make his re- cantation . C 3 . Par Par . Recantation ? -my lord ? my . mafter Sc . 7 . 29 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
... mafter did well to make his re- cantation . C 3 . Par Par . Recantation ? -my lord ? my . mafter Sc . 7 . 29 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL .
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... mafter is of another style . Par . You are too old , Sir ; let it fatisfy you , you are too old- Laf . I must tell thee , firrah , I write man ; to which title age cannot bring thee . Par . What I dare too well do , I dare not do . Laf ...
... mafter is of another style . Par . You are too old , Sir ; let it fatisfy you , you are too old- Laf . I must tell thee , firrah , I write man ; to which title age cannot bring thee . Par . What I dare too well do , I dare not do . Laf ...
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... mafter . Why doft thou garter up thy arms o ' this fashion ? doft make hofe of thy fleeves ? do other fervants fo ? thou wert beft set thy lower part where thy nofe ftands . By mine honour , if I were but two hours younger , I'd beat ...
... mafter . Why doft thou garter up thy arms o ' this fashion ? doft make hofe of thy fleeves ? do other fervants fo ? thou wert beft set thy lower part where thy nofe ftands . By mine honour , if I were but two hours younger , I'd beat ...
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