The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, 6 tomasH. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... lady , lady , Shame would have it hid . Reg . Was he not companion with the riotous Knights , That tend upon my father ? Glo . I know not , Madam : ' tis too bad , too bad . Edm . Yes , Madam , he was of that confort . Reg . No marvel ...
... lady , lady , Shame would have it hid . Reg . Was he not companion with the riotous Knights , That tend upon my father ? Glo . I know not , Madam : ' tis too bad , too bad . Edm . Yes , Madam , he was of that confort . Reg . No marvel ...
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... Lady . -But if you light on the wrong end , you will pull all inte a knot or elf - lock ; which nothing but the sheers , or a candle , will un- do or feparate . Poor Poor pelting villages , fheep - coats and mills , King LEAR . 43.
... Lady . -But if you light on the wrong end , you will pull all inte a knot or elf - lock ; which nothing but the sheers , or a candle , will un- do or feparate . Poor Poor pelting villages , fheep - coats and mills , King LEAR . 43.
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... Lady come ? Lear . This is a flave , whofe eafy - borrowed pride Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows . Out , varlet , from my fight . Corn . What means your Grace ? Enter Gonerill . Lear . Who flockt my fervant ? Regan , I've ...
... Lady come ? Lear . This is a flave , whofe eafy - borrowed pride Dwells in the fickle grace of her he follows . Out , varlet , from my fight . Corn . What means your Grace ? Enter Gonerill . Lear . Who flockt my fervant ? Regan , I've ...
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... Lady ; If only to go warm were gorgeous , Why , nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'ft , Which fcarcely keeps thee warm ; but for true need , You heav'ns , give me that patience which I need ! You fee me here , you gods , a poor ...
... Lady ; If only to go warm were gorgeous , Why , nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'ft , Which fcarcely keeps thee warm ; but for true need , You heav'ns , give me that patience which I need ! You fee me here , you gods , a poor ...
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... Lady as you are ! I'm none . Corn . To this chair bind him . Villain , thou fhalt find- , Glo . By the kind gods , ' tis moft ignobly done To pluck me by the beard . Reg . So white , and fuch a traitor ? Glo . Naughty Lady , Thefe hairs ...
... Lady as you are ! I'm none . Corn . To this chair bind him . Villain , thou fhalt find- , Glo . By the kind gods , ' tis moft ignobly done To pluck me by the beard . Reg . So white , and fuch a traitor ? Glo . Naughty Lady , Thefe hairs ...
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