Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... mean to fee The Tuscan fervice , freely have they leave To ftand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and ...
... mean to fee The Tuscan fervice , freely have they leave To ftand on either part . 2 Lord . It may well ferve A nursery to our gentry , who are fick For breathing and exploit . King . What's he comes here ? Enter Bertram , Lafeu , and ...
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... mean . Clo . Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , " Why the Grecians facked Troy ? [ Singing . " Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , " Was this King Priam's joy . " With that the fighed as the ftood , " And gave this fentence ...
... mean . Clo . Was this fair face the caufe , quoth fhe , " Why the Grecians facked Troy ? [ Singing . " Fond done , fond done ; for Paris , he , " Was this King Priam's joy . " With that the fighed as the ftood , " And gave this fentence ...
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... mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe . What ! pale again ? My fear hath catch'd your fondness.- Now I fee The mystery of your loneliness , and find Your falt tears ' head ; now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love ...
... mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe . What ! pale again ? My fear hath catch'd your fondness.- Now I fee The mystery of your loneliness , and find Your falt tears ' head ; now to all fenfe ' tis grofs , You love ...
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... Means and attendants ; and my loving greetings To those of mine in court . I'll stay at home , And pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not mifs . ACT ...
... Means and attendants ; and my loving greetings To those of mine in court . I'll stay at home , And pray God's bleffing into thy attempt : Begone , to - morrow ; and be fure of this , What I can help thee to , thou shalt not mifs . ACT ...
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... means [ Reads the letter . to come . Clo . I have no mind to Ifbel , fince I was at court . Our old ling , and our Ifbels o ' th ' country , are nothing like your old ling , and your Ifbel's o ' th ' court : the brain of my Cupid's ...
... means [ Reads the letter . to come . Clo . I have no mind to Ifbel , fince I was at court . Our old ling , and our Ifbels o ' th ' country , are nothing like your old ling , and your Ifbel's o ' th ' court : the brain of my Cupid's ...
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