Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... please ! marry , to each but one . Laf . I'd give bay curtal and his furniture , My mouth no more were broken than these boys , And writ as little beard . King . Peruse them well : Not one of those but had a noble father . [ She ...
... please ! marry , to each but one . Laf . I'd give bay curtal and his furniture , My mouth no more were broken than these boys , And writ as little beard . King . Peruse them well : Not one of those but had a noble father . [ She ...
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... please your Majesty , my master hath been an honourable gentleman . Tricks he hath had in him , which Gentlemen have . King . Come , come , to the purpose ; did he love this woman ? Par . ' Faith , Sir , he did love her ; but how ? King ...
... please your Majesty , my master hath been an honourable gentleman . Tricks he hath had in him , which Gentlemen have . King . Come , come , to the purpose ; did he love this woman ? Par . ' Faith , Sir , he did love her ; but how ? King ...
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... please the eye of one , it is with me as the very true fonnet is : Please one , and please all . Oli . Why ? how dost thou , man ? what is the matter with thee ? Mal . Not black in my mind , tho ' yellow in my legs ; it did come to his ...
... please the eye of one , it is with me as the very true fonnet is : Please one , and please all . Oli . Why ? how dost thou , man ? what is the matter with thee ? Mal . Not black in my mind , tho ' yellow in my legs ; it did come to his ...
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... please you , these things further thought on , To think me as well a fifter , as a wife ; One day shall crown th ' alliance on't , so please you , Here at my house , and at my proper coff . To Viola , Duke . Madam , I am most apt t ...
... please you , these things further thought on , To think me as well a fifter , as a wife ; One day shall crown th ' alliance on't , so please you , Here at my house , and at my proper coff . To Viola , Duke . Madam , I am most apt t ...
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... please his wife . E. Dro . Why , mistress , Ture my master is horn - mad . Adr . Horn - mad , thou villain ! E. Dro . I mean not cuckold mad ; but fure he's stark When I defir'd him to come home to dimer , [ mad : He ask'd me for a ...
... please his wife . E. Dro . Why , mistress , Ture my master is horn - mad . Adr . Horn - mad , thou villain ! E. Dro . I mean not cuckold mad ; but fure he's stark When I defir'd him to come home to dimer , [ mad : He ask'd me for a ...
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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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324 psl. - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
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57 psl. - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.