Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... tell thee , firrah , I write man ; to which title age cannot bring thee . Par . What I dare too well do , I dare not do . Laf . I did think thee , for two ordinaries , to be a pret- ty wife fellow : thou didft make tolerable vent of thy ...
... tell thee , firrah , I write man ; to which title age cannot bring thee . Par . What I dare too well do , I dare not do . Laf . I did think thee , for two ordinaries , to be a pret- ty wife fellow : thou didft make tolerable vent of thy ...
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... , and fcarce fo much - nothing , in- deed- I would not tell you what I would , my Lord - faith yes ; Strangers Strangers and foes do funder , and not kifs . 36 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . Adm SCENE XI. Enter Helena. ...
... , and fcarce fo much - nothing , in- deed- I would not tell you what I would , my Lord - faith yes ; Strangers Strangers and foes do funder , and not kifs . 36 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . Adm SCENE XI. Enter Helena. ...
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... tell you more . For my part , I only hear your fon was run away . SCENE III . Enter Helena , and two Gentlemen . 1 Gent . Save you , good Madam . Hel . Madam , my Lord is 2 Gent . Do not say so . gone , for ever gone.— Count . Think ...
... tell you more . For my part , I only hear your fon was run away . SCENE III . Enter Helena , and two Gentlemen . 1 Gent . Save you , good Madam . Hel . Madam , my Lord is 2 Gent . Do not say so . gone , for ever gone.— Count . Think ...
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... tell him , that his fword can never win the honour that he lofes : more I'll intreat ten to bear along . you writ- 1 Gent . We ferve you , Madam , in that and all your wor- thieft affairs . Count . Not fo , but as we change our ...
... tell him , that his fword can never win the honour that he lofes : more I'll intreat ten to bear along . you writ- 1 Gent . We ferve you , Madam , in that and all your wor- thieft affairs . Count . Not fo , but as we change our ...
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... tell me what a fprat you shall find him ; which you fhall fee this very night . 2 Lord . I must go and look my twigs ; he shall be caught . Ber . Your brother , he fhall go along with me . 2 Lord . As't please your Lordship . I'll leave ...
... tell me what a fprat you shall find him ; which you fhall fee this very night . 2 Lord . I must go and look my twigs ; he shall be caught . Ber . Your brother , he fhall go along with me . 2 Lord . As't please your Lordship . I'll leave ...
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