Dramatic Works: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, Volume 1A. Millar, 1798 |
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Page 162
... clown of Christendom , this day , he is holden . I protest to you , as I am a gentleman and soldier , I ne'er chang'd words with his like . By his discourse , he should eat nothing but hay . He was born for the menger , pan- nier , or ...
... clown of Christendom , this day , he is holden . I protest to you , as I am a gentleman and soldier , I ne'er chang'd words with his like . By his discourse , he should eat nothing but hay . He was born for the menger , pan- nier , or ...
Page 195
... clown of him , where we were to day , Mr. Well - bred's half brother ? I think the whole earth cannot shew his parallel , by this day- light . E. Kno . We are now speaking of him : captain Bobadil tells me , he is fall'en foul o ' you ...
... clown of him , where we were to day , Mr. Well - bred's half brother ? I think the whole earth cannot shew his parallel , by this day- light . E. Kno . We are now speaking of him : captain Bobadil tells me , he is fall'en foul o ' you ...
Page 233
... clown with others had rehears'd a play Intended for great Theseus ' nuptial day . When , starting from her bank of mossy - down , Titania wak'd , and straightway lov'd the clown . Obe . This falls out better than I could devise . But ...
... clown with others had rehears'd a play Intended for great Theseus ' nuptial day . When , starting from her bank of mossy - down , Titania wak'd , and straightway lov'd the clown . Obe . This falls out better than I could devise . But ...
Page 242
... Clown Mr. Woodward . Autolicus Mr. Yates . Cleomines Mr. Jefferson . Florizel Mr. Holland . Gent . Mr. Blakes . Servant Mr. Beard . Rogero Mr. Walker , Perdita Mrs. Cibber . Paulina Mrs Bennet . Dorcas Miss Minors , Mopsa Mrs. Bradshaw ...
... Clown Mr. Woodward . Autolicus Mr. Yates . Cleomines Mr. Jefferson . Florizel Mr. Holland . Gent . Mr. Blakes . Servant Mr. Beard . Rogero Mr. Walker , Perdita Mrs. Cibber . Paulina Mrs Bennet . Dorcas Miss Minors , Mopsa Mrs. Bradshaw ...
Page 246
... CLOWN . Clown . Hoilloa ! hoa ! Old Shep . What , art so near ? What ail'st thou man ? Clown . I have seen such a sight ! Old Shep . Why , boy , how is it ? Clown . I wou'd you did but see how the sea chafes , how But I am not to say it ...
... CLOWN . Clown . Hoilloa ! hoa ! Old Shep . What , art so near ? What ail'st thou man ? Clown . I have seen such a sight ! Old Shep . Why , boy , how is it ? Clown . I wou'd you did but see how the sea chafes , how But I am not to say it ...
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