The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies , knave . Clown . Y'are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me , which I am weary of ; he , that eares my land , fpares my team , and gives me ...
... wife's fake . Count . Such friends are thine enemies , knave . Clown . Y'are fhallow , Madam , in great friends ; for the knaves come to do that for me , which I am weary of ; he , that eares my land , fpares my team , and gives me ...
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... wife , is my friend . If men could be contented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage ; for young Charbon the puritan , and old Poyfam the papist , howfoe'er their hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ...
... wife , is my friend . If men could be contented to be what they are , there were no fear in marriage ; for young Charbon the puritan , and old Poyfam the papist , howfoe'er their hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ...
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... wife . Ber . My wife , my Liege ? I fhall befeech your High nefs , In fuch a bufinefs give me leave to use The help of mine own eyes . King . Know'st thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord , But never ...
... wife . Ber . My wife , my Liege ? I fhall befeech your High nefs , In fuch a bufinefs give me leave to use The help of mine own eyes . King . Know'st thou not , Bertram , What the hath done for me ? Ber . Yes , my good Lord , But never ...
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... wife fellow ; thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel ; it might pafs ; yet the fcarfs and the ban- nerets about thee did manifoldly diffuade me from be- lieving thee a veffel of too great a burthen . I have now found thee ; when I ...
... wife fellow ; thou didst make tolerable vent of thy travel ; it might pafs ; yet the fcarfs and the ban- nerets about thee did manifoldly diffuade me from be- lieving thee a veffel of too great a burthen . I have now found thee ; when I ...
Page 46
... , and wanting to thift her off , puts on a Shew of Hafte , asks Parolles for his Servants , and then gives his Wife an abrupt Dismiffion . ACT LORIK III . ACT SCENE , the Duke's Court in 46 All's well , that Ends well .
... , and wanting to thift her off , puts on a Shew of Hafte , asks Parolles for his Servants , and then gives his Wife an abrupt Dismiffion . ACT LORIK III . ACT SCENE , the Duke's Court in 46 All's well , that Ends well .
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