Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... hope , To prostitute our paft - cure malady To empirics ; or to diffever fo Our great felf and our credit , to esteem A fenfelefs help , when help paft fenfe we deem . Hel . My duty then shall pay me for my pains ; I will no more ...
... hope , To prostitute our paft - cure malady To empirics ; or to diffever fo Our great felf and our credit , to esteem A fenfelefs help , when help paft fenfe we deem . Hel . My duty then shall pay me for my pains ; I will no more ...
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... hope is coldeft , and defpair moft fits . King . I muft not hear thee ; fare thee well , kind maid ' ; Thy pains , not us'd , muft by thyself be paid : Proffers not took , reap thanks for their reward . Hel . Infpired merit fo by breath ...
... hope is coldeft , and defpair moft fits . King . I muft not hear thee ; fare thee well , kind maid ' ; Thy pains , not us'd , muft by thyself be paid : Proffers not took , reap thanks for their reward . Hel . Infpired merit fo by breath ...
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... Know't thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord , But never hope to know why I should marry her . C 2 King . King . Thou know'ft , fhe has rais'd me from Sc . 6 . 2.7 . ALL'S ' WEIL THAT ENDS WELL .
... Know't thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord , But never hope to know why I should marry her . C 2 King . King . Thou know'ft , fhe has rais'd me from Sc . 6 . 2.7 . ALL'S ' WEIL THAT ENDS WELL .
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... hope , Sir , I have your good - will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles and I her ...
... hope , Sir , I have your good - will to have mine own good fortune . Par . You had my prayers to lead them on ; and to keep them on , have them ftill . O , my knave , how does my old lady ? Clo . So that you had her wrinkles and I her ...
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... hope your Lordship thinks not him a fol dier . Ber . Yes , my Lord , and of very valiant approof . Laf . You have it from his own deliverance . Ber . And by other warranted teftimony . Laf . Then a bunting . my dial goes not true ; I ...
... hope your Lordship thinks not him a fol dier . Ber . Yes , my Lord , and of very valiant approof . Laf . You have it from his own deliverance . Ber . And by other warranted teftimony . Laf . Then a bunting . my dial goes not true ; I ...
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