Hamlet, Prince of Denmark: A TragedyW. Bowyer and J. Nichols, and sold by W. Owen, 1770 - 207 psl. |
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... blood , my lord , is grown fo vile , That it doth hate what gets it . Edg . Poor Tom's a - cold . Glo . Go in with me ; my duty cannot fuffer T'obey in all your daughters ' hard commands ; Though their injunction be to bar my doors ...
... blood , my lord , is grown fo vile , That it doth hate what gets it . Edg . Poor Tom's a - cold . Glo . Go in with me ; my duty cannot fuffer T'obey in all your daughters ' hard commands ; Though their injunction be to bar my doors ...
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... blood ; he fought my life , But lately , very late ; I lov'd him , friend , No father his fon dearer . s True to tell thee , The grief hath craz'd my wits . What a night's this ! I do beseech your grace . t Lear . O cry you mercy , fir ...
... blood ; he fought my life , But lately , very late ; I lov'd him , friend , No father his fon dearer . s True to tell thee , The grief hath craz'd my wits . What a night's this ! I do beseech your grace . t Lear . O cry you mercy , fir ...
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... blood of a British man . ▾ So all before P. who omits on ; followed by the rest . [ Exeunt . * The fables of fuch a turn as that from which thefe lines are quoted be- ing originally taken from books of Spanish chivalry , it is probable ...
... blood of a British man . ▾ So all before P. who omits on ; followed by the rest . [ Exeunt . * The fables of fuch a turn as that from which thefe lines are quoted be- ing originally taken from books of Spanish chivalry , it is probable ...
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... blood . Corn . I will lay truft upon thee ; and thou fhalt find a dearer father in my love . [ Exeunt . hS CE NE IX . A chamber in a farm - houfe : Enter Kent and Glo'fter : Glo . Here is better than the open air ; take it thankfully ...
... blood . Corn . I will lay truft upon thee ; and thou fhalt find a dearer father in my love . [ Exeunt . hS CE NE IX . A chamber in a farm - houfe : Enter Kent and Glo'fter : Glo . Here is better than the open air ; take it thankfully ...
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... blood , · They are apt enough to dislocate and tear Thy flefb and bones.Howe'er thou art a fiend , A woman's foape doth fhield thee .-- Gon . Marry , your manhood f now.- Enter a Meffenger . Alb . What news ? Meff . Oh , my good lord ...
... blood , · They are apt enough to dislocate and tear Thy flefb and bones.Howe'er thou art a fiend , A woman's foape doth fhield thee .-- Gon . Marry , your manhood f now.- Enter a Meffenger . Alb . What news ? Meff . Oh , my good lord ...
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