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 tomas |
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And ' till the tears , that he hath fhed for thee , Like envious floods , o'er - ran her lovely face , She was the fairest creature in the world , And yet he is inferior to none . Sly . Am I a Lord , and have I fuch a Lady ?
And ' till the tears , that he hath fhed for thee , Like envious floods , o'er - ran her lovely face , She was the fairest creature in the world , And yet he is inferior to none . Sly . Am I a Lord , and have I fuch a Lady ?
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... your face , and ufe you like a fool . Hor . From all fuch devils , good Lord , deliver us . Gre . And me too , good Lord . Tra . Hush , mafter , here's fome good paftime ) toward ; That wench is ftark mad , or wonderful fro- ward .
... your face , and ufe you like a fool . Hor . From all fuch devils , good Lord , deliver us . Gre . And me too , good Lord . Tra . Hush , mafter , here's fome good paftime ) toward ; That wench is ftark mad , or wonderful fro- ward .
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O yes , I faw fweet Beauty in her face ; Such as the daughter of Agenor had , That made great Jove to humble him to her hand , When with his knees he kifs'd the Cretan ftrand . Tra . Saw you no more ? mark'd you not , how her fifter ...
O yes , I faw fweet Beauty in her face ; Such as the daughter of Agenor had , That made great Jove to humble him to her hand , When with his knees he kifs'd the Cretan ftrand . Tra . Saw you no more ? mark'd you not , how her fifter ...
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Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces , For man or master : then it follows thus . Thou shalt be master , Tranio , in my stead ; Keep houfe , and * port , and fervants , as I should . I will fome other be , fome Florentine ...
Nor can we be distinguish'd by our faces , For man or master : then it follows thus . Thou shalt be master , Tranio , in my stead ; Keep houfe , and * port , and fervants , as I should . I will fome other be , fome Florentine ...
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She may , perhaps , call him half a score knaves , or fo : why , that's nothing ; an ' he begin once , he'll rail - In his rope - tricks ( I'll tell you what , Sir ) an ' she stand him but a little , he will throw a figure in her face ...
She may , perhaps , call him half a score knaves , or fo : why , that's nothing ; an ' he begin once , he'll rail - In his rope - tricks ( I'll tell you what , Sir ) an ' she stand him but a little , he will throw a figure in her face ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare With the Corrections and ..., 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1805 |
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