Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, 4 tomasD. Leach, 1767 |
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... i'the adverfary's entertainment . Now he hath a smack of all neighbouring languages ; therefore we must every one be a man of his own fancy , not to know what we fpeak one to another ; fo we seem to know , is to know straight our ...
... i'the adverfary's entertainment . Now he hath a smack of all neighbouring languages ; therefore we must every one be a man of his own fancy , not to know what we fpeak one to another ; fo we seem to know , is to know straight our ...
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... to our house , Bequeathed down from many ancestors ; Which were the greatest obloquy i'the world In me to lose . 21 defires , 24 make rope's in fuch a scarre , DIA . Mine honour's fuch a ring : My chastity's 68 All's well , that ends well .
... to our house , Bequeathed down from many ancestors ; Which were the greatest obloquy i'the world In me to lose . 21 defires , 24 make rope's in fuch a scarre , DIA . Mine honour's fuch a ring : My chastity's 68 All's well , that ends well .
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... i'the world In me to lose : Thus your own proper wisdom Brings in the champion honour on my part , Against your vain assault . BER . Here , take my ring : My house , mine honour , yea , my life be thine , And I'll be bid by thee ...
... i'the world In me to lose : Thus your own proper wisdom Brings in the champion honour on my part , Against your vain assault . BER . Here , take my ring : My house , mine honour , yea , my life be thine , And I'll be bid by thee ...
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... i'the ftocks all night , poor gallant knave . BER . No matter ; his heels have deserv'd it , in usurp- ing his fpurs fo long . How does he carry himself ? 2. L. I have told your lordship already ; the ftocks carry him . But , to anfwer ...
... i'the ftocks all night , poor gallant knave . BER . No matter ; his heels have deserv'd it , in usurp- ing his fpurs fo long . How does he carry himself ? 2. L. I have told your lordship already ; the ftocks carry him . But , to anfwer ...
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... i'the camp , a French- man ; what his reputation is with the duke , what his va- lour , honefty , and expertness in wars ; or whether he thinks , it were not poffible with well - weighing fums of gold to cor- rupt him to a revolt . What ...
... i'the camp , a French- man ; what his reputation is with the duke , what his va- lour , honefty , and expertness in wars ; or whether he thinks , it were not poffible with well - weighing fums of gold to cor- rupt him to a revolt . What ...
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31 psl. - Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
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