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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... Claud . My Liege , your Highness now may do mẹ good . Pedro . My love is thine to teach , teach it but how , And thou fhalt fee how apt it is to learn Any hard leffon that may do thee good . Claud . Hath Leonato any fon , my lord ...
... Claud . My Liege , your Highness now may do mẹ good . Pedro . My love is thine to teach , teach it but how , And thou fhalt fee how apt it is to learn Any hard leffon that may do thee good . Claud . Hath Leonato any fon , my lord ...
194 psl.
... Claud . You know me well , I am he . John . Signior , you are very near my brother in his love , he is enamour'd on Hero ; I pray you diffuade him from her , fhe is no equal for his birth ; you may do the part of an honest man in it . Claud ...
... Claud . You know me well , I am he . John . Signior , you are very near my brother in his love , he is enamour'd on Hero ; I pray you diffuade him from her , fhe is no equal for his birth ; you may do the part of an honest man in it . Claud ...
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... Claud . Yea , the fame . Bene . Come , will you go with me ? Claud . Whither ? Bene . Even to the next willow , about your own business , Count . What fashion will you wear the garland of ? about your neck , like an Ufurer's chain ...
... Claud . Yea , the fame . Bene . Come , will you go with me ? Claud . Whither ? Bene . Even to the next willow , about your own business , Count . What fashion will you wear the garland of ? about your neck , like an Ufurer's chain ...
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... Claud . Not fad , my Lord . Pedro . How then ? fick ? Claud . Claud . Neither , my Lord . Beat . The 198 MUCH ADO.
... Claud . Not fad , my Lord . Pedro . How then ? fick ? Claud . Claud . Neither , my Lord . Beat . The 198 MUCH ADO.
199 psl.
... Claud . Neither , my Lord . Beat . The Count is neither fad , nor fick , nor merry , nor well ; but civil , Count , civil as an orange , and fomething of that jealous complexion . Pedro . I'faith , Lady , I think your blazon to be true ...
... Claud . Neither , my Lord . Beat . The Count is neither fad , nor fick , nor merry , nor well ; but civil , Count , civil as an orange , and fomething of that jealous complexion . Pedro . I'faith , Lady , I think your blazon to be true ...
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againſt anfwer Antipholis Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Bianca Bion Cath Catharine Claud Claudio Coufin Count daughter doft Dogb doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge feems fenfe fent ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fince firft fome foul fpeak France ftand fuch fure fwear fweet Gremio hath hear heav'n Hero himſelf honour Hortenfio houfe houſe huſband John Kate King King John knave lady Leon Leonato Lord Lucentio Madam mafter marry miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua paffage Pedro Petruchio pleaſe pray prefent Prince purpoſe reafon reft SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe Signior ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thou art Tranio uſed villain WARBURTON whofe wife word worfe
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