The Minor: A Comedy. Written by Mr. Foote. As it is Now Acting at the New Theatre in the Hay-Market. ...

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printed, and sold by J. Coote; G. Kearsly; T. Davies; C. Etherington, York; W. Chace, Norwich; P. Wilson, Dublin; R. Fleming, Edinburgh, 1760 - 91 стор.
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