The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Том 5Jacob Tonson, 1709 - 3324 стор. |
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... Fool , to fee it teachy , and fall out with the Dug . Shake , Quoth the Dove - houfe- -'twas no need I trow to bid me trudge ; and fince that time it is eleven Years , for then the could ftand alone , nay , byth ' Rood the could have ...
... Fool , to fee it teachy , and fall out with the Dug . Shake , Quoth the Dove - houfe- -'twas no need I trow to bid me trudge ; and fince that time it is eleven Years , for then the could ftand alone , nay , byth ' Rood the could have ...
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... Fool's Paradife , aș they fay , it were a very grofs kind of Behaviour , as they fay , for the Gentlewoman is young ; and therefore if you should deal double with her , truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any Gentlewoman , and ...
... Fool's Paradife , aș they fay , it were a very grofs kind of Behaviour , as they fay , for the Gentlewoman is young ; and therefore if you should deal double with her , truly it were an ill thing to be offered to any Gentlewoman , and ...
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... Fool . Ben , Why dost thou stay ? Enter Citizens . [ Exit Romeo . Cit . Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio ? Tybalt that Murtherer , which way ran he ? Ben . There lyes that Tybalt . Cit . Up Sir , go with me : I charge thee in the ...
... Fool . Ben , Why dost thou stay ? Enter Citizens . [ Exit Romeo . Cit . Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio ? Tybalt that Murtherer , which way ran he ? Ben . There lyes that Tybalt . Cit . Up Sir , go with me : I charge thee in the ...
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... Fool were married to her Grave . Cap . Soft , take me with you , take me with you , Wife . How , will the none ? doth the not give us thanks ? Is the not proud ? doth fhe not count her bleft , Unworthy as the is , that we have wrought ...
... Fool were married to her Grave . Cap . Soft , take me with you , take me with you , Wife . How , will the none ? doth the not give us thanks ? Is the not proud ? doth fhe not count her bleft , Unworthy as the is , that we have wrought ...
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... Fool , Utter your Gravity o'er a Goffip's Bowl , For here we need it not . La . Cap . You are too hot . Cap . God's Bread , it makes me mad : Day , night , hour , tide , time , work , play , Alone , in company , ftill my care hath been ...
... Fool , Utter your Gravity o'er a Goffip's Bowl , For here we need it not . La . Cap . You are too hot . Cap . God's Bread , it makes me mad : Day , night , hour , tide , time , work , play , Alone , in company , ftill my care hath been ...
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