The Plays of William Shakespeare in Ten Volumes: With Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volume 4C. Bathurst, 1778 |
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Page 81
... myself into thy file : Make me but like my thoughts ; and I fhall prove A lover of thy drum , hater of love . SCENE IV . Roufillon in France . Enter Countefs and Steward . [ Exeunt Count . Alas ! and would you take the letter of her ...
... myself into thy file : Make me but like my thoughts ; and I fhall prove A lover of thy drum , hater of love . SCENE IV . Roufillon in France . Enter Countefs and Steward . [ Exeunt Count . Alas ! and would you take the letter of her ...
Page 82
... myself embrace , to fet him free . Ah , what sharp ftings are in her mildeft words ! - Rinaldo , you did never lack advice fo much , As letting her pass fo ; had I spoke with her , I could have well diverted her intents , Which thus fhe ...
... myself embrace , to fet him free . Ah , what sharp ftings are in her mildeft words ! - Rinaldo , you did never lack advice fo much , As letting her pass fo ; had I spoke with her , I could have well diverted her intents , Which thus fhe ...
Page 85
... myself . Hel . Is it yourfelf ? Wid . If you fhall pleafe fo , pilgrim . Hel . I thank you , and will ftay upon your leifure . Wid . You came , I think , from France ? Hel . I did fo . Wid . Here you fhall fee a countryman of yours ...
... myself . Hel . Is it yourfelf ? Wid . If you fhall pleafe fo , pilgrim . Hel . I thank you , and will ftay upon your leifure . Wid . You came , I think , from France ? Hel . I did fo . Wid . Here you fhall fee a countryman of yours ...
Page 91
... myself in my certainty , put myself into my mortal preparation , and , by midnight , look to hear further from me . Ber . May I be bold to acquaint his grace , you are gone about it ? Par . I know not what the fuccefs will be , my lord ...
... myself in my certainty , put myself into my mortal preparation , and , by midnight , look to hear further from me . Ber . May I be bold to acquaint his grace , you are gone about it ? Par . I know not what the fuccefs will be , my lord ...
Page 97
... myself some hurts , and fay , I got them in exploit : Yet flight ones will not carry it . They will fay , Came you off with fo little ? and great ones I dare not give ; Wherefore ? what's the inftance ? Tongue , I muft put you into a ...
... myself some hurts , and fay , I got them in exploit : Yet flight ones will not carry it . They will fay , Came you off with fo little ? and great ones I dare not give ; Wherefore ? what's the inftance ? Tongue , I muft put you into a ...
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