The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, 5 tomasC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... must have you find your legs . Sirrah , beadle , whip him till he leap over that fame ftool . Bead . I will , my Lord . Come on , Sirrah , off with your doublet quickly . Simp . Alas , mafter , what fhall I do ? I am not able to ftand ...
... must have you find your legs . Sirrah , beadle , whip him till he leap over that fame ftool . Bead . I will , my Lord . Come on , Sirrah , off with your doublet quickly . Simp . Alas , mafter , what fhall I do ? I am not able to ftand ...
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... must offend , before I be attainted : And , had I twenty times fo many foes , And each of them had twenty times their power , All these could not procure me any fcathe , So long as I am loyal , true , and crimeless . Would it have me ...
... must offend , before I be attainted : And , had I twenty times fo many foes , And each of them had twenty times their power , All these could not procure me any fcathe , So long as I am loyal , true , and crimeless . Would it have me ...
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... must have obferv'd , that , well , is used to exprefs an air of fatisfaction , when any inci- dent in life goes to our wish ; or any purpose , that was dreaded , happens to be disappointed . — I amended this paffage in my SHAKE- SPEARE ...
... must have obferv'd , that , well , is used to exprefs an air of fatisfaction , when any inci- dent in life goes to our wish ; or any purpose , that was dreaded , happens to be disappointed . — I amended this paffage in my SHAKE- SPEARE ...
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... must waft thee to thy death . Suf . Pana gelidus timor occupat artus : it's thee I fear . ( 15 ) Whit . Thou fhalt have cause to fear , before I leave thee . What , are ye daunted now ? now will ye ftoop ? 1 Gent . My gracious Lord ...
... must waft thee to thy death . Suf . Pana gelidus timor occupat artus : it's thee I fear . ( 15 ) Whit . Thou fhalt have cause to fear , before I leave thee . What , are ye daunted now ? now will ye ftoop ? 1 Gent . My gracious Lord ...
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... must needs , for beggary is valiant . Cade . I am able to endure much . Dick . No queftion of that , for I have seen him whipt three market days together . Cade . I fear neither fword nor fire . Weav . He need not fear the fword , for ...
... must needs , for beggary is valiant . Cade . I am able to endure much . Dick . No queftion of that , for I have seen him whipt three market days together . Cade . I fear neither fword nor fire . Weav . He need not fear the fword , for ...
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