The Works of Mr. William Shakespear: In Six Volumes ; Adorn'd with CutsJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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... felf . If o'd Sir Robert did beget us both , And were our Father , and this Son like him : O old Sir Robert Father , on my Knee I give Heav'n thanks I was not like to thee . K. John . Why what a mad - cap hath Heav'n lent us here ? Eli ...
... felf . If o'd Sir Robert did beget us both , And were our Father , and this Son like him : O old Sir Robert Father , on my Knee I give Heav'n thanks I was not like to thee . K. John . Why what a mad - cap hath Heav'n lent us here ? Eli ...
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... felf ; For he is but a Baftard to the time That doth not fmoak of Obfervation , And fo am I whether I fmack or no ; And not alone in Habit and Device , Exterior Form , outward Acoutrement ; But from the inward Motion to deliver Sweet ...
... felf ; For he is but a Baftard to the time That doth not fmoak of Obfervation , And fo am I whether I fmack or no ; And not alone in Habit and Device , Exterior Form , outward Acoutrement ; But from the inward Motion to deliver Sweet ...
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... felf ; " You Men of Angiers , and my loving Subjects . K. Phil . You loving Men of Angiers , Arthur's Subje & s , Our Trumpet call'd you to this gentle Parle- K. John . For our Advantage ; therefore hear us firft ; Thefe Flags of France ...
... felf ; " You Men of Angiers , and my loving Subjects . K. Phil . You loving Men of Angiers , Arthur's Subje & s , Our Trumpet call'd you to this gentle Parle- K. John . For our Advantage ; therefore hear us firft ; Thefe Flags of France ...
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... felf form'd in her Eye , Which being but the Shadow of your Son , Becomes a Son , and makes your Son a Shadow : I do proteft I never lov'd my felf ' Till now , infixed I beheld my felf , Drawn in the flattering Table of her Eye ...
... felf form'd in her Eye , Which being but the Shadow of your Son , Becomes a Son , and makes your Son a Shadow : I do proteft I never lov'd my felf ' Till now , infixed I beheld my felf , Drawn in the flattering Table of her Eye ...
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... felf is poised well , Made to run even , upon even Ground ; ' Till this Advantage , this vile drawing Biafs , This fway of Motion , this Commodity , Makes it take head from all indifferency , From all direction , purpofe , courfe ...
... felf is poised well , Made to run even , upon even Ground ; ' Till this Advantage , this vile drawing Biafs , This fway of Motion , this Commodity , Makes it take head from all indifferency , From all direction , purpofe , courfe ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 3 tomas William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Visos knygos peržiūra - 1709 |
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