The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... She will , fhe will ; juftice hath liquor'd her . We fteal , as in a cattle , cock - fure ; we have the receipt of Fern - feed , we walk invifible . Chamb . Nay , I think rather , you are more beholden to the night , than the Fern ...
... She will , fhe will ; juftice hath liquor'd her . We fteal , as in a cattle , cock - fure ; we have the receipt of Fern - feed , we walk invifible . Chamb . Nay , I think rather , you are more beholden to the night , than the Fern ...
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... she run mad . [ The Lady Speaks again in Wellhe Mort . O , I am ignorance it felf in this . Glend . She bids you , All on the wanton rushes lay you down , And reft your gentle head upon her lap , And she will fing the fong that pleaseth ...
... she run mad . [ The Lady Speaks again in Wellhe Mort . O , I am ignorance it felf in this . Glend . She bids you , All on the wanton rushes lay you down , And reft your gentle head upon her lap , And she will fing the fong that pleaseth ...
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... . What's the matter ? keep the peace here , hoa ! Hoft . Good my Lord , be good to me . I beseech you ftand to me . She means to say , bomicidal villain , and homicide rogue . Ch . Juft . 2 3 Cb . Juft . How now , Sir 104 The Second Part ...
... . What's the matter ? keep the peace here , hoa ! Hoft . Good my Lord , be good to me . I beseech you ftand to me . She means to say , bomicidal villain , and homicide rogue . Ch . Juft . 2 3 Cb . Juft . How now , Sir 104 The Second Part ...
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... she was gone down ftairs , defire me to be no more fo familiarity with fuch poor people , faying that ere long they should call me Madam ? and didft thou not kiss me , and bid me fetch thee thirty fhillings ? I put thee now to thy book ...
... she was gone down ftairs , defire me to be no more fo familiarity with fuch poor people , faying that ere long they should call me Madam ? and didft thou not kiss me , and bid me fetch thee thirty fhillings ? I put thee now to thy book ...
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... speak with you . Del . Hang him , fwaggering rafcal , let him not come hither ; it is the foul - mouth'dft rogue in England , She means to fay Splenetick , Feft , Hoft . If he fwagger , let him not come King HENRY IV . 119.
... speak with you . Del . Hang him , fwaggering rafcal , let him not come hither ; it is the foul - mouth'dft rogue in England , She means to fay Splenetick , Feft , Hoft . If he fwagger , let him not come King HENRY IV . 119.
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