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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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 dead , or drunk ? fee ...
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 dead , or drunk ? fee ...
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... 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 . Luc .
... 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 . Luc .
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... any man is fo very a fool to be married to hell ? Hor . Tufh , Gremio ; tho ' it pafs your patience and mine to endure her loud alarms , why , man , there be good fellows in the world , an ' a man could light on them , would take ...
... any man is fo very a fool to be married to hell ? Hor . Tufh , Gremio ; tho ' it pafs your patience and mine to endure her loud alarms , why , man , there be good fellows in the world , an ' a man could light on them , would take ...
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Cath . Ay , for a turtle , as he takes a buzzard . * Pet . Come , come , you wafp , i'taith , you are too angry . Cath . If I be wafpifh , beit beware my fting . Pet . My Remedy is then to pluck it out . Cath . Ah , if the fool ...
Cath . Ay , for a turtle , as he takes a buzzard . * Pet . Come , come , you wafp , i'taith , you are too angry . Cath . If I be wafpifh , beit beware my fting . Pet . My Remedy is then to pluck it out . Cath . Ah , if the fool ...
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Go , fool , and whom thou keep'ft command . Pet . Did ever Dian fo become a grove , As Kate this chamber with her princely gaite ? O , be thou Dian , and let her be Kate , And And then let Kate be chaft , and Dian fportful OF THE SHREW ...
Go , fool , and whom thou keep'ft command . Pet . Did ever Dian fo become a grove , As Kate this chamber with her princely gaite ? O , be thou Dian , and let her be Kate , And And then let Kate be chaft , and Dian fportful OF THE SHREW ...
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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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