The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, 3 tomasC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... thousand loves , A mother , and a miftrefs , and a friend , A phoenix , captain , and an enemy , A guide , a goddess , and a Sovereign , A counsellor , a traitrefs , and a dear ; His humble ambition , proud humility ; His jarring ...
... thousand loves , A mother , and a miftrefs , and a friend , A phoenix , captain , and an enemy , A guide , a goddess , and a Sovereign , A counsellor , a traitrefs , and a dear ; His humble ambition , proud humility ; His jarring ...
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... thousand nothings with , fhould be once heard and thrice beaten - God fave you , Captain . Ber . Is there any unkindness between my Lord and you , Monfieur ? Par . I know not , how I have deferved to run into my Lord's difpleasure . Laf ...
... thousand nothings with , fhould be once heard and thrice beaten - God fave you , Captain . Ber . Is there any unkindness between my Lord and you , Monfieur ? Par . I know not , how I have deferved to run into my Lord's difpleasure . Laf ...
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... thousand crowns To what is paft already . Wid . I have yielded : Inftruct my daughter how the fhall perfevere , That time and place , with this deceit fo lawful , May prove coherent . Every night he comes With mufick of all forts , and ...
... thousand crowns To what is paft already . Wid . I have yielded : Inftruct my daughter how the fhall perfevere , That time and place , with this deceit fo lawful , May prove coherent . Every night he comes With mufick of all forts , and ...
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... thousand horfe I faid , ( I will fay true , ) or thereabouts , fet down ; for I'll fpeak truth . 1 Lord . He's very near the truth in this . Ber . But I con him no thanks for't , in the nature he delivers it . Par . Poor rogues , I pray ...
... thousand horfe I faid , ( I will fay true , ) or thereabouts , fet down ; for I'll fpeak truth . 1 Lord . He's very near the truth in this . Ber . But I con him no thanks for't , in the nature he delivers it . Par . Poor rogues , I pray ...
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... thousand fallets ere we light on such ano- ther herb . Clo . Indeed , Sir , fhe was the fweet marjoram of the fallet , or rather the herb of grace . Laf . They are not fallet - herbs , you knave , they are nofe - herbs . Clo . I am no ...
... thousand fallets ere we light on such ano- ther herb . Clo . Indeed , Sir , fhe was the fweet marjoram of the fallet , or rather the herb of grace . Laf . They are not fallet - herbs , you knave , they are nofe - herbs . Clo . I am no ...
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