The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 5 tomasR. Crowder, 1772 |
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... doth " O , A , I , doth fway my life . " Fab . A fuftian riddle , Sir To . Excellent wench , fay I. ca gore , M , Mal . M , Q , A , I , doth fway my life - nay , but firft let me fee - let me fee ----- Fab . What a dish of poifon has ...
... doth " O , A , I , doth fway my life . " Fab . A fuftian riddle , Sir To . Excellent wench , fay I. ca gore , M , Mal . M , Q , A , I , doth fway my life - nay , but firft let me fee - let me fee ----- Fab . What a dish of poifon has ...
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... doth ftand by the church . Vio . So thou maycft fay the King lyes by a beg- gar , if a beggar dwell near him : or the church ftands by thy tabor , if thy tabor ftand by the church . Cle . You have faid , Sir : to fee this age ! -- ( 10 ) ...
... doth ftand by the church . Vio . So thou maycft fay the King lyes by a beg- gar , if a beggar dwell near him : or the church ftands by thy tabor , if thy tabor ftand by the church . Cle . You have faid , Sir : to fee this age ! -- ( 10 ) ...
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... doth not fit me : hold , Sir , here's my purse . In the fouth fuburbs at the Elephant Is beft to lodge : I will befpeak our diet , [ ledge Whiles you beguile the time , and feed your know . With viewing of the town ; there fhall you ...
... doth not fit me : hold , Sir , here's my purse . In the fouth fuburbs at the Elephant Is beft to lodge : I will befpeak our diet , [ ledge Whiles you beguile the time , and feed your know . With viewing of the town ; there fhall you ...
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... doth this accident and flood of fortune So far exceed all instance , all discourse , That I am ready to diftruit mine eyes , And wrangle with my reafon that perfuades me To any other truft , but that I'm mad ; Or else the Lady's mad ...
... doth this accident and flood of fortune So far exceed all instance , all discourse , That I am ready to diftruit mine eyes , And wrangle with my reafon that perfuades me To any other truft , but that I'm mad ; Or else the Lady's mad ...
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... doth that orbed continent the fire , That fevers day from night . Duke . Give me thy hand , And let me fee thee in thy woman's weeds . Vio . The captain that did bring me first on fhore , Hath my maid's garments : he upon fome action Is ...
... doth that orbed continent the fire , That fevers day from night . Duke . Give me thy hand , And let me fee thee in thy woman's weeds . Vio . The captain that did bring me first on fhore , Hath my maid's garments : he upon fome action Is ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: in Twelve Volumes– Collated with the ..., 5 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1772 |
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anſwer art thou Arth better blood Cordelia Corn daughter Dauphin defire doth Duke Duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge Faule feek feems fenfe fervant ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool foul fpeak fpirit France ftand ftill fuch fwear fweet fword Gent gentleman give Glo'fter Goneril hadit hand hath heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe Hubert Illyria James Gurney Kent King John knave Lady Lear lefs Lord Madam mafter Malvolio Melun moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble paffage peace pr'ythee pray prefent Quarto reafon Regan ſay ſhall Sir Andrew Sir Toby ſpeak Stew tell thee thefe there's theſe thine thofe thou art uſe whofe word worfe
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