The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts, Том 4J. Tonson, 1714 |
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... Never talk of it . Noth . Why fhould the Gentleman that rode by Travers Give then fuch Inflances of Lofs ? Bard . Who he ? He was fome heilding Fellow , that had stoľn The Horse he rode on ; and upon my Life Spake at adventure . Look ...
... Never talk of it . Noth . Why fhould the Gentleman that rode by Travers Give then fuch Inflances of Lofs ? Bard . Who he ? He was fome heilding Fellow , that had stoľn The Horse he rode on ; and upon my Life Spake at adventure . Look ...
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... never - daunted Percy to the Earth , From whence , with Life , he never more fprung up . In few ; his Death , whofe Spirit lent a Fire Even to the dulleft Peasant in his Camp , Being bruited once , took Fire and Heat away From the best ...
... never - daunted Percy to the Earth , From whence , with Life , he never more fprung up . In few ; his Death , whofe Spirit lent a Fire Even to the dulleft Peasant in his Camp , Being bruited once , took Fire and Heat away From the best ...
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... Never fo few , nor never yet more need . SCENE III . Enter Falstaff , and Page . [ Exeunt Fal . Sirrah , you Giant , what fays the Doctor to my Water ? Page . He faid , Sir , the Water it self was a good heal- ing Water . But for the ...
... Never fo few , nor never yet more need . SCENE III . Enter Falstaff , and Page . [ Exeunt Fal . Sirrah , you Giant , what fays the Doctor to my Water ? Page . He faid , Sir , the Water it self was a good heal- ing Water . But for the ...
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... never mann'd with an Agot ' till now : But I will fet you neither in Gold nor Silver , but in vile Apparel , and fend you back again to your Mafter , for a Jewel . The Juvenil , the Prince your Mafter ! whofe Chin is not yet fledg'd ; I ...
... never mann'd with an Agot ' till now : But I will fet you neither in Gold nor Silver , but in vile Apparel , and fend you back again to your Mafter , for a Jewel . The Juvenil , the Prince your Mafter ! whofe Chin is not yet fledg'd ; I ...
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... Bottle , would I might never spit white again . There is not a dangerous Action can peep out his Head , but I am thruft upon it . Well , I cannot laft ever . Ch . Juft . Ch . Juft . Well , be honeft , be King HENRY IV . 19.
... Bottle , would I might never spit white again . There is not a dangerous Action can peep out his Head , but I am thruft upon it . Well , I cannot laft ever . Ch . Juft . Ch . Juft . Well , be honeft , be King HENRY IV . 19.
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