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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Fear not , my lord , we can contain ourselves , Were he the verieft antick in the world . 2 Play . [ to the other . ] Go get a Difhclout to make clean your shoes ; and I'll speak for the properties 3 . [ Exit Player .
Fear not , my lord , we can contain ourselves , Were he the verieft antick in the world . 2 Play . [ to the other . ] Go get a Difhclout to make clean your shoes ; and I'll speak for the properties 3 . [ Exit Player .
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I'faith , Sir , you fhall never need to fear , I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But if it were , doubt not , her care shall be To comb your noddie with a three - legg'd stool ...
I'faith , Sir , you fhall never need to fear , I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But if it were , doubt not , her care shall be To comb your noddie with a three - legg'd stool ...
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Your fellow Tranio here , to fave my life , Puts my apparel and my count'nance on , And I for my escape have put on his : For in a quarrel , fince I came afhore , I kill'd a man , and , fear , I am defcry'd : Wait you on him , I charge ...
Your fellow Tranio here , to fave my life , Puts my apparel and my count'nance on , And I for my escape have put on his : For in a quarrel , fince I came afhore , I kill'd a man , and , fear , I am defcry'd : Wait you on him , I charge ...
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Tush , tush , fear boys with bugs . Gru . For he fears none . Gre . Hortenfio , hark : This Gentleman is happily arriv'd , My mind prefumes , for his own good , and ours . Hor . I promis'd , we would be contributors ; And bear his ...
Tush , tush , fear boys with bugs . Gru . For he fears none . Gre . Hortenfio , hark : This Gentleman is happily arriv'd , My mind prefumes , for his own good , and ours . Hor . I promis'd , we would be contributors ; And bear his ...
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For fear , I promise you , if I look pale . Bap . What , will my daughter prove a good mu- fician ? Hor . I think , fhe'll fooner prove a foldier ; Iron may hold with her , but never lutes . Bep . Why , then thou canst not break her to ...
For fear , I promise you , if I look pale . Bap . What , will my daughter prove a good mu- fician ? Hor . I think , fhe'll fooner prove a foldier ; Iron may hold with her , but never lutes . Bep . Why , then thou canst not break her to ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes With the ..., 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1765 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare, In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections ... William Shakespeare,Samuel Johnson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1765 |
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bear Beat believe Benedick better blood bring brother Cath Changes Claud Claudio comes Count daughter death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith fame father fear feems fellow fenfe fhall fhould fome fool foul fpeak France fuch fweet give hand hath hear heart heav'n Hero hold honour hope I'll Italy John keep King lady leave Leon live look Lord Madam mafter marry mean moft mother muft muſt nature never night peace Pedro play poor pray Prince SCENE Signior tell thank thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thing thou thought tongue true truth WARBURTON wife wrong young
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