Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, 4 tomasD. Leach, 1767 |
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... himself ? 2. L. I have told your lordship already ; the ftocks carry him . But , to anfwer you as you would be under- ftood ; He weeps , like a wench that had fhed her milk : he hath confeff'd himself to Morgan , whom he supposes to be ...
... himself ? 2. L. I have told your lordship already ; the ftocks carry him . But , to anfwer you as you would be under- ftood ; He weeps , like a wench that had fhed her milk : he hath confeff'd himself to Morgan , whom he supposes to be ...
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... himself a braggart , Let him fear this ; for it will come to pafs , That every braggart shall be found an ass . Ruft , fword ; cool , blushes ! and , Parolles , live , Safest in shame ; being fool'd , by foolery thrive ! There's place ...
... himself a braggart , Let him fear this ; for it will come to pafs , That every braggart shall be found an ass . Ruft , fword ; cool , blushes ! and , Parolles , live , Safest in shame ; being fool'd , by foolery thrive ! There's place ...
83 psl.
... himself much fport out of him : by his authority he remains here , which he thinks is a patent for his fauciness ; and , 5 English maine , more hotter in 15 but fure he indeed , he has no pace , but runs where F 4 All's well , that ends ...
... himself much fport out of him : by his authority he remains here , which he thinks is a patent for his fauciness ; and , 5 English maine , more hotter in 15 but fure he indeed , he has no pace , but runs where F 4 All's well , that ends ...
87 psl.
... himself . Here is a pur of fortune's , fir , or of fortune's cat , ( but not a mufk - cat ) that has fallen into the unclean fish - pond of her difpleasure , and , as he fays , is muddy'd withal : Pray you , fir , use the carp as you ...
... himself . Here is a pur of fortune's , fir , or of fortune's cat , ( but not a mufk - cat ) that has fallen into the unclean fish - pond of her difpleasure , and , as he fays , is muddy'd withal : Pray you , fir , use the carp as you ...
89 psl.
... himself The greateft wrong of all : he loft a wife , Whose beauty did aftonish the furvey Of richeft eyes ; whose words all ears took captive ; Whose dear perfection , hearts , that scorn'd to serve , Humbly call'd miftrefs . Kin ...
... himself The greateft wrong of all : he loft a wife , Whose beauty did aftonish the furvey Of richeft eyes ; whose words all ears took captive ; Whose dear perfection , hearts , that scorn'd to serve , Humbly call'd miftrefs . Kin ...
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