Hamlet, Prince of Denmark: A TragedyW. Bowyer and J. Nichols, and sold by W. Owen, 1770 - 207 psl. |
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... leave - taking between d France and him . Pray you , let us hit together . If our father carry authority , with fuch & difpofitions as he bears , this laft furrender of his will but offend us . Reg . We fhall further think " on't . Gon ...
... leave - taking between d France and him . Pray you , let us hit together . If our father carry authority , with fuch & difpofitions as he bears , this laft furrender of his will but offend us . Reg . We fhall further think " on't . Gon ...
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... Leave thy drink and thy whore , And keep i in a door , And thou shalt have more Than two tens to a score . * Kent . This is nothing , fool . Fool . Then ' tis like the breath of an unfee'd lawyer , you m gave me nothing for't . Can you ...
... Leave thy drink and thy whore , And keep i in a door , And thou shalt have more Than two tens to a score . * Kent . This is nothing , fool . Fool . Then ' tis like the breath of an unfee'd lawyer , you m gave me nothing for't . Can you ...
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... leave his horns without a cafe . Lear . I will forget my nature . So kind a father ! Be my horfes ready ? Fol . Thy afs are gone about them . The reafon , why the feven ftars are no more than feven , is a pretty reafon . Lear . Becaufe ...
... leave his horns without a cafe . Lear . I will forget my nature . So kind a father ! Be my horfes ready ? Fol . Thy afs are gone about them . The reafon , why the feven ftars are no more than feven , is a pretty reafon . Lear . Becaufe ...
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... leave , I will tread this unbolted vil - lain into mortar , and daub the wall of a jakes with him . Spare my grey beard ? you wagtail ! * Corn . Peace , firrah ! You beaftly knave , I know you no reverence ? Kent . Yes , fir , but anger ...
... leave , I will tread this unbolted vil - lain into mortar , and daub the wall of a jakes with him . Spare my grey beard ? you wagtail ! * Corn . Peace , firrah ! You beaftly knave , I know you no reverence ? Kent . Yes , fir , but anger ...
78 psl.
... leave thee in r the ftorm . But I will tarry , the fool will ftay And let the wife man fly ; The knave turns fool , that runs away ; The fool no knave , perdy . Kent . Where learn'd you this , fool ? Fool . Not i'th ' ftocks , u fool ...
... leave thee in r the ftorm . But I will tarry , the fool will ftay And let the wife man fly ; The knave turns fool , that runs away ; The fool no knave , perdy . Kent . Where learn'd you this , fool ? Fool . Not i'th ' ftocks , u fool ...
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