Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... Marry , you are the wifer man ; for many a man's tongue fpeaks out his master's undoing . To fay nothing , to do nothing , to know nothing , and to have nothing , is to be a great part of your title ; which is within a very little of ...
... Marry , you are the wifer man ; for many a man's tongue fpeaks out his master's undoing . To fay nothing , to do nothing , to know nothing , and to have nothing , is to be a great part of your title ; which is within a very little of ...
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... marry , is't . Hark you , they come this way . If you will tarry , holy pilgrim , but till the troops come I will conduct you where you fhall be lodg'd ; The rather , for I think I know your hoftefs As ample as myself . Hel . Is it ...
... marry , is't . Hark you , they come this way . If you will tarry , holy pilgrim , but till the troops come I will conduct you where you fhall be lodg'd ; The rather , for I think I know your hoftefs As ample as myself . Hel . Is it ...
46 psl.
... Marry , hang you ! [ Exeunt Bertram , Parolles , Sc . Mar. And your courtefy , for a ring - carrier ! Wid . The troop is pafs'd . Come , pilgrim , I will bring you Where you fhall hoft : Of injoin'd penitents . There's four or five , to ...
... Marry , hang you ! [ Exeunt Bertram , Parolles , Sc . Mar. And your courtefy , for a ring - carrier ! Wid . The troop is pafs'd . Come , pilgrim , I will bring you Where you fhall hoft : Of injoin'd penitents . There's four or five , to ...
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... marry her , I'll add three thousand crowns To what is past already . Wid . I have yielded . Inftruct my daughter how the fhall perfevere , That time and place , with this deceit so lawful , May prove coherent . Every night he comes With ...
... marry her , I'll add three thousand crowns To what is past already . Wid . I have yielded . Inftruct my daughter how the fhall perfevere , That time and place , with this deceit so lawful , May prove coherent . Every night he comes With ...
55 psl.
... marry me , When his wife's dead : therefore I'll lie with him When I am buried . Since Frenchmen are fo braid , Marry ' em that will , I'd live and die a maid ; Only , Only , in this difguife , I think't no fin Sc . 2 . 55 ' ALL'S WELL ...
... marry me , When his wife's dead : therefore I'll lie with him When I am buried . Since Frenchmen are fo braid , Marry ' em that will , I'd live and die a maid ; Only , Only , in this difguife , I think't no fin Sc . 2 . 55 ' ALL'S WELL ...
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