The works of Shakespear [ed. by sir T.Hanmer].J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Hodges, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, B. Dod, and C. Corbet, 1750 |
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... pray , my Lord ? Mam . Not for because Your brows are blacker ; yet black brows , they say , Become fome women beft , fo that there be not Too much hair there , but in a femicircle , Like a half - moon made with a pen . 2 Lady . Who ...
... pray , my Lord ? Mam . Not for because Your brows are blacker ; yet black brows , they say , Become fome women beft , fo that there be not Too much hair there , but in a femicircle , Like a half - moon made with a pen . 2 Lady . Who ...
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... Pray you then Conduct me to the Queen . Goa . I may not , Madam ; To th ' contrary I have express commandment . Pau . Here's a - do To lock up honesty and honour from Th ' accefs of gentle vifitors ! It's lawful , Pray you , to fee her ...
... Pray you then Conduct me to the Queen . Goa . I may not , Madam ; To th ' contrary I have express commandment . Pau . Here's a - do To lock up honesty and honour from Th ' accefs of gentle vifitors ! It's lawful , Pray you , to fee her ...
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... pray now , call her : Withdraw your felves . [ To ' ber Attendants who Goa . And , Madam , I muft be Prefent at all your conference . Pau . Well , well ; Be it fo , pr'ythee . Enter Emilia . Here's fuch a - do to make no ftain a ftain ...
... pray now , call her : Withdraw your felves . [ To ' ber Attendants who Goa . And , Madam , I muft be Prefent at all your conference . Pau . Well , well ; Be it fo , pr'ythee . Enter Emilia . Here's fuch a - do to make no ftain a ftain ...
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... pray you , do not push me , I'll be gone . Look to your babe , my Lord , ' tis yours ; Jove fend her A better guiding fpirit ! What need these hands ? You that are thus fo tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of ...
... pray you , do not push me , I'll be gone . Look to your babe , my Lord , ' tis yours ; Jove fend her A better guiding fpirit ! What need these hands ? You that are thus fo tender o'er his follies , Will never do him good , not one of ...
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... pray thee , good Camillo , be no more importunate ; ' tis a fickness denying thee any thing , a death to grant this , Cam . It is fixteen years fince I faw my country ; though I have for the most part been aired abroad , I defire to lay ...
... pray thee , good Camillo , be no more importunate ; ' tis a fickness denying thee any thing , a death to grant this , Cam . It is fixteen years fince I faw my country ; though I have for the most part been aired abroad , I defire to lay ...
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Page 313 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
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