All's well that ends well. Twelfth Night. Winter's tale. MacbethC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... madam , weep o'er my father's death anew : but I muft attend his majesty's The ftory of All's Well that Ends Well , or , as I fuppofe it to have been fometimes called , Love's Labour Wonne , is originally indeed the property of Boccace ...
... madam , weep o'er my father's death anew : but I muft attend his majesty's The ftory of All's Well that Ends Well , or , as I fuppofe it to have been fometimes called , Love's Labour Wonne , is originally indeed the property of Boccace ...
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... madam , under whose practices he hath perfecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process , but only the lofing of hope by time . Count . This young gentlewoman had a father , ( O , that bad ! how fad a paffage ' tis ...
... madam , under whose practices he hath perfecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process , but only the lofing of hope by time . Count . This young gentlewoman had a father , ( O , that bad ! how fad a paffage ' tis ...
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... madam ; the king very lately spoke of him , admiringly , and mourn- ingly he was fkilful enough to have liv'd ftill , if knowledge could have been fet up against mortality . Ber . What is it , my good lord , the king lan- guishes of ...
... madam ; the king very lately spoke of him , admiringly , and mourn- ingly he was fkilful enough to have liv'd ftill , if knowledge could have been fet up against mortality . Ber . What is it , my good lord , the king lan- guishes of ...
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... madam , get from her tears . Count . ' Tis the best brine a maiden can feason her praise in . The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of ...
... madam , get from her tears . Count . ' Tis the best brine a maiden can feason her praise in . The remembrance of her father never ap- proaches her heart , but the tyranny of her forrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of ...
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... Madam , the care I have had to even your content , I wish might be found in the calendar of my paft endeavours ; for then we wound our modefty , and make foul the clearness of our defervings , when of ourselves we publish them . Count ...
... Madam , the care I have had to even your content , I wish might be found in the calendar of my paft endeavours ; for then we wound our modefty , and make foul the clearness of our defervings , when of ourselves we publish them . Count ...
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againſt anſwer Autolycus Banquo becauſe beſt Bohemia buſineſs Camillo Clown Count defire Duke Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion eyes faid fame fatire fear feems fenfe fervant ferve fhall fhew fhould fifter fignifies fince Fleance fleep foldier fome fomething fool fpeak fpeech ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fure fwear fweet give hath heaven himſelf honour houſe i'the Illyria itſelf JOHNSON King lady lefs loft lord Macbeth Macd Macduff Mach madam mafter Malvolio means miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf Narbon night o'the obferve occafion paffage perfon pleaſe pr'ythee pray prefent purpoſe queen reafon Roffe ſay SCENE Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe Shep Sir Toby ſpeak STEEVENS Thane thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thing thofe thoſe thou art thought ufed underſtand uſe WARBURTON whofe wife Witch word
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