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... runs the stream ? Or I am mad , or elfe this is a dream . Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep , If it be thus to dream , still let me flcop . VOL . III M Oli . Oli . Nay , come , I pray : ' Sc . 2 . 133 WHAT YOU WILL .
... runs the stream ? Or I am mad , or elfe this is a dream . Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep , If it be thus to dream , still let me flcop . VOL . III M Oli . Oli . Nay , come , I pray : ' Sc . 2 . 133 WHAT YOU WILL .
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... elfe thy craft fo quickly grow , That thine own trip fhall be thine overthrow ? Farewell , and take her : but direct thy feet , Where thou and I henceforth may never meet . Vio . My Lord , I do protest- Oli .. O do not fwear ; Hold ...
... elfe thy craft fo quickly grow , That thine own trip fhall be thine overthrow ? Farewell , and take her : but direct thy feet , Where thou and I henceforth may never meet . Vio . My Lord , I do protest- Oli .. O do not fwear ; Hold ...
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... elfe what lets it , but he would be here ? Sifter , you know he promis'd me a chain ; Would that alone , alone , he would detain , So he would keep fair quarter with his bed . I fee the jewel beft enameled , Will lofe his beauty ; and ...
... elfe what lets it , but he would be here ? Sifter , you know he promis'd me a chain ; Would that alone , alone , he would detain , So he would keep fair quarter with his bed . I fee the jewel beft enameled , Will lofe his beauty ; and ...
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... elfe I fhall feek : my wit in my shoulders . But , I pray , Sir , why am I beaten ? Doft thou not know ? Dro . Nothing , Sir , but that I am beaten . Ant . Shall I tell you why ? S. Dro . Ay , Sir , and wherefore ; for , they fay ...
... elfe I fhall feek : my wit in my shoulders . But , I pray , Sir , why am I beaten ? Doft thou not know ? Dro . Nothing , Sir , but that I am beaten . Ant . Shall I tell you why ? S. Dro . Ay , Sir , and wherefore ; for , they fay ...
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... . ' Tis so , I am an afs ; elfe it could never be , But i should know her , as well as the knows me .. Adr . Come , come , & c . Exeunt . ACT Bal . I hold your dainties cheap , Sir , Sc . 5 . 165 THE COMEDY OF ERRORS . } ...
... . ' Tis so , I am an afs ; elfe it could never be , But i should know her , as well as the knows me .. Adr . Come , come , & c . Exeunt . ACT Bal . I hold your dainties cheap , Sir , Sc . 5 . 165 THE COMEDY OF ERRORS . } ...
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The Works Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
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