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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... born to's ; for In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl ; Your precious felf had then not crofs'd the eyes Of my young play - fellow . Her . Oh ! Grace to boot ! Of Of this make no conclufion , let you fay Your The Winter's Tale .
... born to's ; for In those unfledg'd days was my wife a girl ; Your precious felf had then not crofs'd the eyes Of my young play - fellow . Her . Oh ! Grace to boot ! Of Of this make no conclufion , let you fay Your The Winter's Tale .
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... those The vulgar give bold'ft titles ; ay and privy To this their late escape . Her . No , by my life , Privy to none of this : how will this grieve you , When you shall come to clearer knowledge , that You thus have publish'd me ...
... those The vulgar give bold'ft titles ; ay and privy To this their late escape . Her . No , by my life , Privy to none of this : how will this grieve you , When you shall come to clearer knowledge , that You thus have publish'd me ...
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... those you fent to th ' Oracle , are come An hour fince . Cleomines and Dion , Being well arriv'd from Delphos , are both landed , Hafting to th ' Court . Lord . So please you , Sir , their speed Hath been beyond account . Leo . Twenty ...
... those you fent to th ' Oracle , are come An hour fince . Cleomines and Dion , Being well arriv'd from Delphos , are both landed , Hafting to th ' Court . Lord . So please you , Sir , their speed Hath been beyond account . Leo . Twenty ...
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... the fhearers ; † three - man fong • Meaning the poor ragged cloaths he had on . + Meaning those who fing Catches which are generally in three parts , MCB men all , and very good ones , but they 48 The Winter's Tale .
... the fhearers ; † three - man fong • Meaning the poor ragged cloaths he had on . + Meaning those who fing Catches which are generally in three parts , MCB men all , and very good ones , but they 48 The Winter's Tale .
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... those that you'll procure from King Leontes →→→→ Cam . Shall fatisfie your father . Per . Happy be you ! All that you speak fhews fair . Cam . Who have we here ? We'll make an inftrument of this ; omit Nothing may give us aid ...
... those that you'll procure from King Leontes →→→→ Cam . Shall fatisfie your father . Per . Happy be you ! All that you speak fhews fair . Cam . Who have we here ? We'll make an inftrument of this ; omit Nothing may give us aid ...
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