Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, 4 tomasD. Leach, 1767 |
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... trefpafs By it's own visage : if I then deny it , " Tis none of mine . LEO . Have not you feen , Camillo , ( But that's past doubt : you have ; or your eye - glafs Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ) or heard , 14 The Winter's Tale .
... trefpafs By it's own visage : if I then deny it , " Tis none of mine . LEO . Have not you feen , Camillo , ( But that's past doubt : you have ; or your eye - glafs Is thicker than a cuckold's horn ) or heard , 14 The Winter's Tale .
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... Camillo , and I hate thee ; Pronounce thee a grofs lowt , a mindless slave ; Or else a hovering temporizer , that Canft with thine eyes at once fee good and evil , Inclining to them both : Were my wife's liver Infected as her life , fhe ...
... Camillo , and I hate thee ; Pronounce thee a grofs lowt , a mindless slave ; Or else a hovering temporizer , that Canft with thine eyes at once fee good and evil , Inclining to them both : Were my wife's liver Infected as her life , fhe ...
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... Camillo . CAM . Hail , moft royal fir . POL . What is the news i'the court ? CAM . None rare , my lord . ! POL . The king hath on him fuch a countenance , As he had loft fome province , and a region , Lov'd as he loves himfelf : even ...
... Camillo . CAM . Hail , moft royal fir . POL . What is the news i'the court ? CAM . None rare , my lord . ! POL . The king hath on him fuch a countenance , As he had loft fome province , and a region , Lov'd as he loves himfelf : even ...
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... Camillo , - As you are , certain , gentleman ; thereto Clerk - like , experienc'd , which no less adorns Our gentry , than our parents ' noble names , In whose fuccefs we are gentle , I befeech you , If you know aught which does behove ...
... Camillo , - As you are , certain , gentleman ; thereto Clerk - like , experienc'd , which no less adorns Our gentry , than our parents ' noble names , In whose fuccefs we are gentle , I befeech you , If you know aught which does behove ...
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... Camillo . CAM . I am appointed , fir , to murther you . PoL . By whom , Camillo ? CAM . By the king . POL . For what ? CAM . He thinks , nay , with all confidence he fwears , - As he had feen't , or been an instrument To vice you to't ...
... Camillo . CAM . I am appointed , fir , to murther you . PoL . By whom , Camillo ? CAM . By the king . POL . For what ? CAM . He thinks , nay , with all confidence he fwears , - As he had feen't , or been an instrument To vice you to't ...
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