The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Том 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and , but for these vile guns , He would himself have been a soldier . This bald unjointed chat of his , my lord , I answer'd indirectly , as I said ; And , I beseech you , let not his report Come ...
... fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and , but for these vile guns , He would himself have been a soldier . This bald unjointed chat of his , my lord , I answer'd indirectly , as I said ; And , I beseech you , let not his report Come ...
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... fellow ! never joyed since the price of oats rose ; it was the death of him . 2 Car . I think , this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas : I am stung like a tench . 1 Car . Like a tench ? by the mass , there is ne ...
... fellow ! never joyed since the price of oats rose ; it was the death of him . 2 Car . I think , this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas : I am stung like a tench . 1 Car . Like a tench ? by the mass , there is ne ...
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... fellow for an officer . Away , good Ned . Falstaff sweats to death , And lards the lean earth as he walks along : Wer't not for laughing , I should pity him . Poins . How the rogue roar'd ! [ Exeunt . SCENE III . - Warkworth . A Room in ...
... fellow for an officer . Away , good Ned . Falstaff sweats to death , And lards the lean earth as he walks along : Wer't not for laughing , I should pity him . Poins . How the rogue roar'd ! [ Exeunt . SCENE III . - Warkworth . A Room in ...
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... fellow should have fewer words than a parrot , and yet the son of a woman ! -His indus- try is - up - stairs , and down - stairs ; his eloquence , the parcel of a reckoning . I am not yet of Percy's mind , the Hotspur of the north ; he ...
... fellow should have fewer words than a parrot , and yet the son of a woman ! -His indus- try is - up - stairs , and down - stairs ; his eloquence , the parcel of a reckoning . I am not yet of Percy's mind , the Hotspur of the north ; he ...
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... fellow of the north , Percy ; and he of Wales , that gave Amaimon the bastinado , and made Lucifer cuckold , and swore the devil his true liege- man upon the cross of a Welch hook , -What , a plague , call you him ? Poins . O ...
... fellow of the north , Percy ; and he of Wales , that gave Amaimon the bastinado , and made Lucifer cuckold , and swore the devil his true liege- man upon the cross of a Welch hook , -What , a plague , call you him ? Poins . O ...
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