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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... better dog . Lord . Thou art a fool ; if Eccho were as fleet , I would esteem him worth a dozen fuch . But fup them well , and look unto them all , To morrow I intend to hunt again . Hun . I will , my Lord . Lord . What's here ? one ...
... better dog . Lord . Thou art a fool ; if Eccho were as fleet , I would esteem him worth a dozen fuch . But fup them well , and look unto them all , To morrow I intend to hunt again . Hun . I will , my Lord . Lord . What's here ? one ...
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... better than a poor and loathfome beggar : And if the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a fhower of commanded tears , . An * onion will do well for fuch a shift ; Which in a Napkin being clofe convey'd , Shall in defpight enforce a wat ...
... better than a poor and loathfome beggar : And if the boy have not a woman's gift To rain a fhower of commanded tears , . An * onion will do well for fuch a shift ; Which in a Napkin being clofe convey'd , Shall in defpight enforce a wat ...
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... better for him : ' Would , I were so too . Tra . So would I , i'faith , boy , to have the next wish after ; that Lucentio , indeed , had Baptifta's youngest daughter . But firrah , not for my fake , but your mafter's , I advise you ...
... better for him : ' Would , I were so too . Tra . So would I , i'faith , boy , to have the next wish after ; that Lucentio , indeed , had Baptifta's youngest daughter . But firrah , not for my fake , but your mafter's , I advise you ...
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... better'd , rather than decreas'd ; Then tell me , if I get your daughter's love , What dowry fhall I have with her to wife ? Bap . After my death , the one half of my lands : And , in poffeffion , twenty thousand crowns . Pet . And ...
... better'd , rather than decreas'd ; Then tell me , if I get your daughter's love , What dowry fhall I have with her to wife ? Bap . After my death , the one half of my lands : And , in poffeffion , twenty thousand crowns . Pet . And ...
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... he takes buzzard . ] Perhaps we a may read better , Ay , for a turtle , and be takes a buzzard . That is , he may take me for a turtle , and he shall find me a hawk . Pet . Pet . A comblefs cock , fo Kate will be 40 TAMING THE.
... he takes buzzard . ] Perhaps we a may read better , Ay , for a turtle , and be takes a buzzard . That is , he may take me for a turtle , and he shall find me a hawk . Pet . Pet . A comblefs cock , fo Kate will be 40 TAMING THE.
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