The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators ; to which are Added Notes by Sam. Johnson, 3 tomasJ. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, H. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, L. Hawes, Clark and Collins, W. Johnston, T. Caslon, T. Lownds, and the executors of B. Dodd, 1765 |
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... believe the common practice of huntfmen , but the prefent read- ing may stand B 3 -tender well my bounds , Brach Merriman the poor cur is imboft . --- ... And And brave attendants near him , when he wakes ; OF THE SHREW . 5.
... believe the common practice of huntfmen , but the prefent read- ing may stand B 3 -tender well my bounds , Brach Merriman the poor cur is imboft . --- ... And And brave attendants near him , when he wakes ; OF THE SHREW . 5.
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... Believe me , Lord , I think he cannot chufe , 2 Hun . It would feem ftrange unto him , when he wak'd . Lord . Even as a flatt'ring dream , or worthless fancy . Then take him up , and manage well the jeft : Carry him gently to my fairest ...
... Believe me , Lord , I think he cannot chufe , 2 Hun . It would feem ftrange unto him , when he wak'd . Lord . Even as a flatt'ring dream , or worthless fancy . Then take him up , and manage well the jeft : Carry him gently to my fairest ...
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... believe that Rope - nicks ivan , ae word . It food thus : And her withholds he from me . ' Other more Suitors to her , and Rivals in my Love : & c . ] The Regulation , which I have given to the Text , was dictated to me by the ingenious ...
... believe that Rope - nicks ivan , ae word . It food thus : And her withholds he from me . ' Other more Suitors to her , and Rivals in my Love : & c . ] The Regulation , which I have given to the Text , was dictated to me by the ingenious ...
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... Believe me , Sifter , of all men alive I never yet beheld that special face , Which I could fancy more than any other . Cath . Minion , thou lieft ; is't not Hortenfio ? Bian . If you affect him , fifter , here I swear , I'll plead for ...
... Believe me , Sifter , of all men alive I never yet beheld that special face , Which I could fancy more than any other . Cath . Minion , thou lieft ; is't not Hortenfio ? Bian . If you affect him , fifter , here I swear , I'll plead for ...
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... believe How much she loves me ; oh , the kindest Kate ! — She hung about my neck , and kifs on kifs * She vy'd fo faft , protesting oath on oath , That in a twink he won me to her love . Oh , you are novices ; ' tis a world to fee , How ...
... believe How much she loves me ; oh , the kindest Kate ! — She hung about my neck , and kifs on kifs * She vy'd fo faft , protesting oath on oath , That in a twink he won me to her love . Oh , you are novices ; ' tis a world to fee , How ...
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againſt anfwer Antipholis Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Bianca Bion Cath Catharine Claud Claudio Coufin Count daughter doft Dogb doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge feems fenfe fent ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fince firft fome foul fpeak France ftand fuch fure fwear fweet Gremio hath hear heav'n Hero himſelf honour Hortenfio houfe houſe huſband John Kate King King John knave lady Leon Leonato Lord Lucentio Madam mafter marry miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua paffage Pedro Petruchio pleaſe pray prefent Prince purpoſe reafon reft SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe Signior ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thou art Tranio uſed villain WARBURTON whofe wife word worfe
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