The Dramatic Works of Shakspeare: In Six Volumes, 3 tomasClarendon Press, 1789 |
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... must tarry the boulting . Troi . Have I not tarry'd ? Pan . Ay , the boulting ; but you must tarry the lea- vening . Troi . Still have I tarry'd . Pan . Ay , to the leavening : but here's yet in the word -hereafter , the kneading , the ...
... must tarry the boulting . Troi . Have I not tarry'd ? Pan . Ay , the boulting ; but you must tarry the lea- vening . Troi . Still have I tarry'd . Pan . Ay , to the leavening : but here's yet in the word -hereafter , the kneading , the ...
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... must needs be fair , When with your blood you daily paint her thus . I cannot fight upon this argument ; It is too ftarv'd a fubject for my fword . But Pandarus - O gods , how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Creffid , but by Pandar ...
... must needs be fair , When with your blood you daily paint her thus . I cannot fight upon this argument ; It is too ftarv'd a fubject for my fword . But Pandarus - O gods , how do you plague me ! I cannot come to Creffid , but by Pandar ...
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... must friend , or end : Well , Troilus , well , -I would , my heart were in her body ! No , Hector is not a better man than Troilus . - Cre . Excufe me . Pan . He is elder . Cre . Pardon me , pardon me . Pan . The other's not come to't ...
... must friend , or end : Well , Troilus , well , -I would , my heart were in her body ! No , Hector is not a better man than Troilus . - Cre . Excufe me . Pan . He is elder . Cre . Pardon me , pardon me . Pan . The other's not come to't ...
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... Must be the scene of mirth ; to cough , and spit , And with a palfy - fumbling on his gorget , W I Shake in and out the rivet and at this fport , Sir Valour dies ; cries , O ! -enough , Patroclus ; - Or give me ribs of fteel ! fhall ...
... Must be the scene of mirth ; to cough , and spit , And with a palfy - fumbling on his gorget , W I Shake in and out the rivet and at this fport , Sir Valour dies ; cries , O ! -enough , Patroclus ; - Or give me ribs of fteel ! fhall ...
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... must needs , for you all cry'd - Go , go ) If you'll confefs , he brought home noble prize , ( As you must needs , for you all clapp'd your hands , And cry'd - Ineftimable ! ) why do you now The iffue of your proper wifdoms ' rate ; And ...
... must needs , for you all cry'd - Go , go ) If you'll confefs , he brought home noble prize , ( As you must needs , for you all clapp'd your hands , And cry'd - Ineftimable ! ) why do you now The iffue of your proper wifdoms ' rate ; And ...
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