The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... telling this homely and fimple , though agreeable , country tale , Our faveeteft Shakspeare , fancy's child , Warbles his native wood - notes wild . This was neceffary to obferve in mere juftice to the play ; as the meannefs of the ...
... telling this homely and fimple , though agreeable , country tale , Our faveeteft Shakspeare , fancy's child , Warbles his native wood - notes wild . This was neceffary to obferve in mere juftice to the play ; as the meannefs of the ...
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... telling where he is , or else the tale will not be conceived , Now of time they are much more liberal . For ordinarie it is , that two young princes fall in love , after many traverses fhe is got with childe , delivered of a faire boy ...
... telling where he is , or else the tale will not be conceived , Now of time they are much more liberal . For ordinarie it is , that two young princes fall in love , after many traverses fhe is got with childe , delivered of a faire boy ...
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... Tell him , you are sure , All in Bohemia's well : this fatisfaction 8 The by - gone day proclaim'd ; fay this to him , He's beat from his best ward . LEON . Well faid , Hermione . HER . To tell , he longs to fee his fon , were ftrong ...
... Tell him , you are sure , All in Bohemia's well : this fatisfaction 8 The by - gone day proclaim'd ; fay this to him , He's beat from his best ward . LEON . Well faid , Hermione . HER . To tell , he longs to fee his fon , were ftrong ...
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... tell me : Cram us with praife , and make us As fat as tame things : One good deed , dying tongue- lefs , Slaughters a thoufand , waiting upon that . Our praises are our wages : You may ride us , With one foft kifs , a thousand furlongs ...
... tell me : Cram us with praife , and make us As fat as tame things : One good deed , dying tongue- lefs , Slaughters a thoufand , waiting upon that . Our praises are our wages : You may ride us , With one foft kifs , a thousand furlongs ...
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... tell me ( fays Leontes to his fon ) that you are like me ; that you are my calf . I am the horned bull : thon wanteft the rough head and the horns of that animal , completely to refemble your father . MALONE . 8 To be full like me ...
... tell me ( fays Leontes to his fon ) that you are like me ; that you are my calf . I am the horned bull : thon wanteft the rough head and the horns of that animal , completely to refemble your father . MALONE . 8 To be full like me ...
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