The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, 6 tomasA. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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... Clot . I am glad I was up fo late , for that's the rea- fon I was up fo early : he cannot chufe but take this service I have done , fatherly . Good morrow to your Majefty , and to my gracious Mother . Cam . Attend you here the door of ...
... Clot . I am glad I was up fo late , for that's the rea- fon I was up fo early : he cannot chufe but take this service I have done , fatherly . Good morrow to your Majefty , and to my gracious Mother . Cam . Attend you here the door of ...
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... Clot . Senfelefs ? not fo to slood sidT . 1709 Enter a Meffenger.wband Mef . So like you , Sir , Ambaffadors from Rome The one is Caius Lucius . bood D Cym . A worthy fellow , Albeit he comes on angry purpofe now ; boom ! But that's no ...
... Clot . Senfelefs ? not fo to slood sidT . 1709 Enter a Meffenger.wband Mef . So like you , Sir , Ambaffadors from Rome The one is Caius Lucius . bood D Cym . A worthy fellow , Albeit he comes on angry purpofe now ; boom ! But that's no ...
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... Clot . Your lady's perfon ; is fhe ready ?. Lady . Ay , to keep her chamber . Clot . There is gold for you , fell me your good re- port . Lady . How , my good name ? or to report of you What lefhallethink is good ? The Princess Enter ...
... Clot . Your lady's perfon ; is fhe ready ?. Lady . Ay , to keep her chamber . Clot . There is gold for you , fell me your good re- port . Lady . How , my good name ? or to report of you What lefhallethink is good ? The Princess Enter ...
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... Clot . Do you call me fool ? di moda Oj Imo . As Liam mad , I dose Sus asid La If you'll be patient , I'll no more be mad ; 20Y 35 Y That cures us both . I am much forry , Sir , non ad You put me to forget a lady's manners ( 15 ) ...
... Clot . Do you call me fool ? di moda Oj Imo . As Liam mad , I dose Sus asid La If you'll be patient , I'll no more be mad ; 20Y 35 Y That cures us both . I am much forry , Sir , non ad You put me to forget a lady's manners ( 15 ) ...
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... Clot . His garment ? now , the devil A Imo . To Dorothy , my woman , hye thee presently . Clot . His garment ? Imo . I am fprighted with a fool , # Frighted , and angred worse go , bid Search for a jewel , that too cafually my woman ci ...
... Clot . His garment ? now , the devil A Imo . To Dorothy , my woman , hye thee presently . Clot . His garment ? Imo . I am fprighted with a fool , # Frighted , and angred worse go , bid Search for a jewel , that too cafually my woman ci ...
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