The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 8 tomasH. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... inftrumental to the mouth , Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father .. What would't thou have , Laertes ? Laer . My dread lord , Your Your leave and favour to return to France ; From 110 HAMLET , Prince of Denmark .
... inftrumental to the mouth , Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father .. What would't thou have , Laertes ? Laer . My dread lord , Your Your leave and favour to return to France ; From 110 HAMLET , Prince of Denmark .
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... Laer . Farewel , Ophilia , and remember well What I have faid . Oph . ' Tis in my mem'ry lockt , And you yourself thall keep the key of it . Laer . Farewel . [ Exit Laer . Pol . What is't , Ophelia , he hath faid to you ? Opb . So ...
... Laer . Farewel , Ophilia , and remember well What I have faid . Oph . ' Tis in my mem'ry lockt , And you yourself thall keep the key of it . Laer . Farewel . [ Exit Laer . Pol . What is't , Ophelia , he hath faid to you ? Opb . So ...
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... Laer . Oh , fear me not . Enter Polonius . I ftay too long ; -but here my father comes : A double bleffing is a double grace ; Occafion fmiles upon a fecond leave . Pol . Yet here , Laertes ! aboard , aboard for fhame ; The wind fits in ...
... Laer . Oh , fear me not . Enter Polonius . I ftay too long ; -but here my father comes : A double bleffing is a double grace ; Occafion fmiles upon a fecond leave . Pol . Yet here , Laertes ! aboard , aboard for fhame ; The wind fits in ...
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... Laer . Where is this King ? Sirs ! stand you all without . All . No , let's come.in. Laer . I pray you , give me leave . All . We will , we will . Laer . I thank you ; keep the door . O thou vile King , give me my father . Queen ...
... Laer . Where is this King ? Sirs ! stand you all without . All . No , let's come.in. Laer . I pray you , give me leave . All . We will , we will . Laer . I thank you ; keep the door . O thou vile King , give me my father . Queen ...
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... Laer . Where is this King ? Sirs ! stand you all without . All . No , let's come in . Laer . I pray you , give me leave . All . We will , we will . Laer . I thank you ; keep the door . O thou vile King , give me my father . Queen ...
... Laer . Where is this King ? Sirs ! stand you all without . All . No , let's come in . Laer . I pray you , give me leave . All . We will , we will . Laer . I thank you ; keep the door . O thou vile King , give me my father . Queen ...
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