The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 8 tomasH. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... me to stand : I will take the wall of any man , or maid , of Montague's . Greg . That fhews thee a weak flave ; for the weakest goes to the wall . A.4 Sam . - Sam . True , and therefore women , being ROMEO and JULIET. ...
... me to stand : I will take the wall of any man , or maid , of Montague's . Greg . That fhews thee a weak flave ; for the weakest goes to the wall . A.4 Sam . - Sam . True , and therefore women , being ROMEO and JULIET. ...
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... fhall move me to ftand : I will take the wall of any man , or maid , of Montague's . Greg . That fhews thee a weak flave ; for the weakest goes to the wall . A 4 Sam . Sam . True , and therefore women , being the ROMEO and JULIET. ...
... fhall move me to ftand : I will take the wall of any man , or maid , of Montague's . Greg . That fhews thee a weak flave ; for the weakest goes to the wall . A 4 Sam . Sam . True , and therefore women , being the ROMEO and JULIET. ...
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William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Sam . True , and therefore women , being the weakest . veffels , are ever thruft to the wall : -therefore I will pufh Montague's men from the wall ... True, and therefore women, being the ...
William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). Sam . True , and therefore women , being the weakest . veffels , are ever thruft to the wall : -therefore I will pufh Montague's men from the wall ... True, and therefore women, being the ...
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... true ; But to himfelf fo fecret and fo clofe , So far from founding and difcovery ; As is the bud bit with an envious worm , ( 4 ) " Ere he can fpread his sweet leaves to the air ,. Or dedicate his beauty to the fun . Could we but learn ...
... true ; But to himfelf fo fecret and fo clofe , So far from founding and difcovery ; As is the bud bit with an envious worm , ( 4 ) " Ere he can fpread his sweet leaves to the air ,. Or dedicate his beauty to the fun . Could we but learn ...
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... true one , before I fully understood the paffage . But I have prov'd , that crow - keeper , which poffeffes all the old copies , is the genuine reading of the Poet , in my .49th note on King Lear , Rom . Rom . I am too fore enpearced ...
... true one , before I fully understood the paffage . But I have prov'd , that crow - keeper , which poffeffes all the old copies , is the genuine reading of the Poet , in my .49th note on King Lear , Rom . Rom . I am too fore enpearced ...
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