Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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15 psl.
... King is render'd loft . Count . This was your motive for Paris , was it , speak ? Hel . My Lord your fon made me to think of this ; Elfe Paris , and the medicine , and the King , Had from the converfation of my thoughts Haply been ...
... King is render'd loft . Count . This was your motive for Paris , was it , speak ? Hel . My Lord your fon made me to think of this ; Elfe Paris , and the medicine , and the King , Had from the converfation of my thoughts Haply been ...
16 psl.
... King , with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish cornets . King . FAREWELL , young Lords : thefe warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , farewell ; Share the advice ...
... King , with divers young Lords taking leave for the Florentine war . Bertram and Parolles . Flourish cornets . King . FAREWELL , young Lords : thefe warlike principles Do not throw from you : you , my Lords , farewell ; Share the advice ...
17 psl.
... King . Those girls of Italy , take heed of them ; They say , our French lack language to deny , If they demand : beware of being captives , Before you ferve . Both . Our hearts receive your warnings . King . Farewell . Come hither to me ...
... King . Those girls of Italy , take heed of them ; They say , our French lack language to deny , If they demand : beware of being captives , Before you ferve . Both . Our hearts receive your warnings . King . Farewell . Come hither to me ...
18 psl.
... King , and Lafeu . Laf . Pardon , my Lord , for me and for my tidings . King . I'll fee thee to ftand up . Laf . Then here's a man ftands that hath bought his pardon . I would you had kneel'd , my Lord , to ask me mercy ; And that at my ...
... King , and Lafeu . Laf . Pardon , my Lord , for me and for my tidings . King . I'll fee thee to ftand up . Laf . Then here's a man ftands that hath bought his pardon . I would you had kneel'd , my Lord , to ask me mercy ; And that at my ...
19 psl.
... King Pepin , nay , To give great Charlemain a pen And write to her a love - line . If King . What her is this ? in's hand , Laf . Why , doctor - fhe : my Lord , there's one arriv'd , you will fee her . Now , by my faith and honour , If ...
... King Pepin , nay , To give great Charlemain a pen And write to her a love - line . If King . What her is this ? in's hand , Laf . Why , doctor - fhe : my Lord , there's one arriv'd , you will fee her . Now , by my faith and honour , If ...
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