The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, 3 tomasC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... mafter , your dear fon , may hie ; Bless him at home in peace , whilst I from far His name with zealous fervour fanctify . His taken labours bid him me forgive ; I , His 54 ALL's well , that ENDS well . SCENE changes to the Duke's Court ...
... mafter , your dear fon , may hie ; Bless him at home in peace , whilst I from far His name with zealous fervour fanctify . His taken labours bid him me forgive ; I , His 54 ALL's well , that ENDS well . SCENE changes to the Duke's Court ...
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... mafter ? Ser . He met the Duke in the ftreet , Sir , of whom he hath taken a folemn leave his Lordship will next morning for France . The Duke hath offered him let- ters of commendations to the King . 2 Lord . They fhall be no more than ...
... mafter ? Ser . He met the Duke in the ftreet , Sir , of whom he hath taken a folemn leave his Lordship will next morning for France . The Duke hath offered him let- ters of commendations to the King . 2 Lord . They fhall be no more than ...
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... mafter thou talk'st of , ferve him ftill . Clo . I am a woodland fellow , Sir , that always lov'd a great fire ; and the mafter I fpeak of ever keeps a good fire ; but , fure , he is the Prince of the world , let his nobility remain ...
... mafter thou talk'st of , ferve him ftill . Clo . I am a woodland fellow , Sir , that always lov'd a great fire ; and the mafter I fpeak of ever keeps a good fire ; but , fure , he is the Prince of the world , let his nobility remain ...
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... Mafter loves you : O , fuch love Could be but recompens'd , tho ' you were crown'd The non - pareil of beauty ! Oli . How does he love me ? Vio . With adorations , with fertile tears , With groans that thunder love , with fighs of fire ...
... Mafter loves you : O , fuch love Could be but recompens'd , tho ' you were crown'd The non - pareil of beauty ! Oli . How does he love me ? Vio . With adorations , with fertile tears , With groans that thunder love , with fighs of fire ...
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... mafter , not myfelf , lacks recompence . Love makes his heart of flint , that you fhall love , And let your fervour , like my Master's , be Plac'd in contempt ! farewel , fair cruelty . Oli What is your parentage ? Above my fortunes ...
... mafter , not myfelf , lacks recompence . Love makes his heart of flint , that you fhall love , And let your fervour , like my Master's , be Plac'd in contempt ! farewel , fair cruelty . Oli What is your parentage ? Above my fortunes ...
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