The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, 3 tomasC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... fool , folely a coward ; Yet thefe fix'd evils fit fo fit in him , That they take place , when virtue's fteely bones Look bleak in the cold wind ; full oft we fee Cold wisdom waiting on fuperfluous folly . Par . Save you , fair Queen ...
... fool , folely a coward ; Yet thefe fix'd evils fit fo fit in him , That they take place , when virtue's fteely bones Look bleak in the cold wind ; full oft we fee Cold wisdom waiting on fuperfluous folly . Par . Save you , fair Queen ...
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... fool in a queftion , hoping to be the wifer by your an- fwer . I pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , Sir , -there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours ...
... fool in a queftion , hoping to be the wifer by your an- fwer . I pray you , Sir , are you a courtier ? Clo . O Lord , Sir , -there's a fimple putting off : more , more , a hundred of them . Count . Sir , I am a poor friend of yours ...
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... fool . Clo . O Lord , Sir - why , there't ferves well again . Count . An end ,, Sir ; to your bufinefs : give Helen this ,, And urge her to a prefent answer back . Commend me to my kinfmen , and my fon :: This is not much .. Clo . Not ...
... fool . Clo . O Lord , Sir - why , there't ferves well again . Count . An end ,, Sir ; to your bufinefs : give Helen this ,, And urge her to a prefent answer back . Commend me to my kinfmen , and my fon :: This is not much .. Clo . Not ...
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... fool , I have found thee . Clo . Did you find me in yourself , Sir ? or were you taught to find me the fearch , Sir , was profitable , and much fool may you find in you , even to the world's pleasure , and the encrease of laughter . Par ...
... fool , I have found thee . Clo . Did you find me in yourself , Sir ? or were you taught to find me the fearch , Sir , was profitable , and much fool may you find in you , even to the world's pleasure , and the encrease of laughter . Par ...
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... fool - hardy ; but my heart hath the fear of Mars before it and of his creatures , not daring the reports of my tongue . Lord . This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of . [ Afide . Par . What the devil fhould ...
... fool - hardy ; but my heart hath the fear of Mars before it and of his creatures , not daring the reports of my tongue . Lord . This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of . [ Afide . Par . What the devil fhould ...
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The Works of Shakespeare In Eight Volumes ; Collated with the ..., 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1740 |
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