The Plays of David Garrick, Volume 2Garland Pub., 1981 - Civilization, Modern |
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... gone , No maid cou'd live near such a Mon. [ Exeunt Singing & Dancing ] Enter IRISHMAN . [ Drunk ] : Hollo ! you sweet Jubilee wenches , come here you dear craturs , Stand still and see who you are running away from you little precious ...
... gone , No maid cou'd live near such a Mon. [ Exeunt Singing & Dancing ] Enter IRISHMAN . [ Drunk ] : Hollo ! you sweet Jubilee wenches , come here you dear craturs , Stand still and see who you are running away from you little precious ...
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... gone , the fport is over . Rom . Ay , fo I fear , the more is my mishap . Cap . Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone , We have a trifling foolish banquet towards . Is it e'en fo ? why then , I thank you all . I thank you , honeft ...
... gone , the fport is over . Rom . Ay , fo I fear , the more is my mishap . Cap . Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone , We have a trifling foolish banquet towards . Is it e'en fo ? why then , I thank you all . I thank you , honeft ...
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... gone i It is the Lark that fings fo out of tune , Straining harsh difcords , and unpleafing sharps . O now be gone , more light and light it grows . Rom . More light and light ? --- more dark and dark our Farewel , my love : one kiss ...
... gone i It is the Lark that fings fo out of tune , Straining harsh difcords , and unpleafing sharps . O now be gone , more light and light it grows . Rom . More light and light ? --- more dark and dark our Farewel , my love : one kiss ...
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