The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, 3 tomasC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... Illyria whatfoever he be , under the degree of my betters ; and yet I will not com- pare with an old man . Sir To . What is thy excellence in a galliard , Knight ? Sir And . Faith , I can cut a caper . Sir To . And I can cut the mutton ...
... Illyria whatfoever he be , under the degree of my betters ; and yet I will not com- pare with an old man . Sir To . What is thy excellence in a galliard , Knight ? Sir And . Faith , I can cut a caper . Sir To . And I can cut the mutton ...
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... Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o'that : here comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely , you were beft . Enter Olivia , and Malvolio . [ Exite Clo . Wit , and't be thy will , put me into good fool- ing ! thofe wits , that ...
... Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o'that : here comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely , you were beft . Enter Olivia , and Malvolio . [ Exite Clo . Wit , and't be thy will , put me into good fool- ing ! thofe wits , that ...
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... Illyria : will you walk to- wards him ? I will make your peace with him , if I can . Vio . I fhall be much bound to you for't : I am one , that had rather go with Sir Prieft than Sir Knight : I care not who knows fo much of my mettle ...
... Illyria : will you walk to- wards him ? I will make your peace with him , if I can . Vio . I fhall be much bound to you for't : I am one , that had rather go with Sir Prieft than Sir Knight : I care not who knows fo much of my mettle ...
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... Illyria ; tho ' 1 ftruck him firft , yet it's no matter for that . Seb . Let go thy hand . Sir To Come , Sir , I will not let you go . Come , my young foldier , put up your iron ; you are well flefh'd come on . Seb . I will be free from ...
... Illyria ; tho ' 1 ftruck him firft , yet it's no matter for that . Seb . Let go thy hand . Sir To Come , Sir , I will not let you go . Come , my young foldier , put up your iron ; you are well flefh'd come on . Seb . I will be free from ...
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... Illyria . Clo . Well - a - day , that you were , Sir ! Mal . By this hand , I am : good fool , fome ink , paper and light ; and convey what I fet down to my Lady : it shall advantage thee more than ever the bear ing of letter did . Clo ...
... Illyria . Clo . Well - a - day , that you were , Sir ! Mal . By this hand , I am : good fool , fome ink , paper and light ; and convey what I fet down to my Lady : it shall advantage thee more than ever the bear ing of letter did . Clo ...
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