Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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44 psl.
... fear me . Enter Helena , difguis'd like a pilgrim . Wid . I hope fo -Look , here comes a pilgrim ; I know fhe will lie at my houfe ; thither they send one an other : I'll queftion her : God fave you , pilgrim ! whither are you bound ...
... fear me . Enter Helena , difguis'd like a pilgrim . Wid . I hope fo -Look , here comes a pilgrim ; I know fhe will lie at my houfe ; thither they send one an other : I'll queftion her : God fave you , pilgrim ! whither are you bound ...
47 psl.
... fear , offer to betray you , and deliver all the intel- ligence in his power against you , and that with the di- vine forfeit of his foul upon oath , never truft my judg- ment in any thing . 2 Lord . O , for the love of laughter , let ...
... fear , offer to betray you , and deliver all the intel- ligence in his power against you , and that with the di- vine forfeit of his foul upon oath , never truft my judg- ment in any thing . 2 Lord . O , for the love of laughter , let ...
52 psl.
... fear of Mars before it , and of his creatures , not daring , the reports of my tongue . 1 Lord . This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of . [ Afide . Par . What the devil fhould move me to undertake the recovery ...
... fear of Mars before it , and of his creatures , not daring , the reports of my tongue . 1 Lord . This is the first truth that e'er thine own tongue was guilty of . [ Afide . Par . What the devil fhould move me to undertake the recovery ...
61 psl.
... fears oaths , bid him drop gold , and take it . After he fcores , he never pays the fcore : Half won , is match well made ; match , and well make it : He ne'er pays after debts , take it before . And fay , a foldier ( Dian ) told thee ...
... fears oaths , bid him drop gold , and take it . After he fcores , he never pays the fcore : Half won , is match well made ; match , and well make it : He ne'er pays after debts , take it before . And fay , a foldier ( Dian ) told thee ...
64 psl.
... fear this ; for it will come to pass , That every braggart fhall be found an ass . Ruft , fword ! cool , blufhes ! and , Parolles , live Safeft in fhame ! being fool'd , by fool'ry thrive ; There's place and means for every man alive ...
... fear this ; for it will come to pass , That every braggart fhall be found an ass . Ruft , fword ! cool , blufhes ! and , Parolles , live Safeft in fhame ! being fool'd , by fool'ry thrive ; There's place and means for every man alive ...
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324 psl. - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
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