| Thomas Davies - 1783 - 444 pages
...none wife or good will commit this offence} For all are Caytiffts that are of this lewd fort. IDEM. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's forry yet for thee. Amldft all his afflictions, Lear recollects that he has brought misfortune and... | |
| Thomas Davies - 1783 - 442 pages
...none wife or good will commit this offence; For all are Caytiffes that are of this lewd fort. IDEM. Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's forry yet for thee. Amidft all his afflictions, Lear recollects that he has brought misfortune and... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1790 - 722 pages
...fellow ? The art of our neceffities is ftrange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hoveL Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's forry yet for thee 3. Fool. /& that has a little tiny ivit, — With beight ho, the wind and the rain,—... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1798 - 446 pages
...The art of our neceffities is ftrange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your I i * hovel. Poor fool and "knave, I have one part in my heart That's forry yet for thee. • Fool. He that has a little tiny <w:t — With heigh, 'ho, the taind and the... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 pages
...but now, demanding after you, Deny'd me to come in,) return, and force Their scanted courtesy. Lear. My wits begin to turn. — Come on, my boy : How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1800 - 364 pages
...fellow ? The art of our neceffities is ftrange, That can make vile things precious. Come, your hovel, Poor fool and knave, I have one part in my heart That's forry yet for thee. Fool. He that has a little tiny it-it, — Witb teigh, bo, the wind and the rain,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1803 - 488 pages
...Appearance. 7 Favour. 8 Enquiry. Denied me to come in,) return, and force Their scanted courtesy. Lear. My wits begin to turn, — Come on, my boy: How dost, my boy ? Art cold? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pages
...but now, demanding after you, Deny'd me to come in,) return, and force Their scanted courtesy. Lear. My wits begin to turn. — Come on, my boy: How dost, my boy? Art cold? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow ? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 490 pages
...but now, demanding after you, Denied me to come in,) return, and force Their scanted courtesy. Lear. My wits begin to turn. — • Come on, my boy : How dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 496 pages
...but now, demanding after you, Denied me to come in,) return, and force Their scanted courtesy. Lear. My wits begin to turn. — Come on, my boy : How dost, my boy ? Art cold ? I am cold myself. — Where is this straw, my fellow? The art of our necessities is strange, That can make vile things... | |
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