The Dramatic Works of Ben Jonson, and Beaumont and Fletcher: The First Printed from the Text, 1 tomasJ. Stockdale, 1811 |
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... Cler . Let me hear it . felse . Boy . You shall , sir ; but i'faith let nobody Cler . Why , I pray ? Boy . It will get you the dangerous name of a poet in town , sir ; besides , me a perfect deal of ill - will at the mansion you wot of ...
... Cler . Let me hear it . felse . Boy . You shall , sir ; but i'faith let nobody Cler . Why , I pray ? Boy . It will get you the dangerous name of a poet in town , sir ; besides , me a perfect deal of ill - will at the mansion you wot of ...
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... Cler . Nay , thou'lt not leave now-- Tru . See but our common disease ! with what justice can we complain , that great inen will not look upon us , nor be at leisure to give our affairs such dispatch as we ex- pect , when we will never ...
... Cler . Nay , thou'lt not leave now-- Tru . See but our common disease ! with what justice can we complain , that great inen will not look upon us , nor be at leisure to give our affairs such dispatch as we ex- pect , when we will never ...
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... Cler . How ? publicly ? Tru . The doing of it , not the manner : that must be private . Many things , that seem foul i ' the doing , do please , done . A lady should , indeed , study her face , when we think she sleeps ; nor when the ...
... Cler . How ? publicly ? Tru . The doing of it , not the manner : that must be private . Many things , that seem foul i ' the doing , do please , done . A lady should , indeed , study her face , when we think she sleeps ; nor when the ...
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... Cler . Yes , why thou art a stranger , it seems , to his best trick , yet . He has em- ploy'd a fellow this half year all over Eng- land to hearken him out a dumb woman ; be she of any form , or any quality , so she be able to bear ...
... Cler . Yes , why thou art a stranger , it seems , to his best trick , yet . He has em- ploy'd a fellow this half year all over Eng- land to hearken him out a dumb woman ; be she of any form , or any quality , so she be able to bear ...
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... Cler . Why ? I thought you two had been upon very good terms . Tru . Yes , of keeping distance . Cler . They say , he is a very good scholar . Tru . I , and he says it first . A pox on him , a fellow that pretends only to learning ...
... Cler . Why ? I thought you two had been upon very good terms . Tru . Yes , of keeping distance . Cler . They say , he is a very good scholar . Tru . I , and he says it first . A pox on him , a fellow that pretends only to learning ...
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The Dramatic Works of Ben Jonson, and Beaumont and Fletcher ..., 1 tomas Ben Jonson,John Fletcher,Francis Beaumont Visos knygos peržiūra - 1811 |
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