Midsummer night's dream ; Merchant of Venice ; As you like it ; Taming of the shrew ; All's well that ends well ; Twelfth-night ; Winter's taleJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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... should as Lion come in Strife Into this place , ' twere pity of my Life . Thef . A very gentle Beaft , and of a good Confcience . Dem . The very beft at a Beast , my Lord , that e'er I faw . Lyf . This Lion is a very Fox for his Valour ...
... should as Lion come in Strife Into this place , ' twere pity of my Life . Thef . A very gentle Beaft , and of a good Confcience . Dem . The very beft at a Beast , my Lord , that e'er I faw . Lyf . This Lion is a very Fox for his Valour ...
Страница 518
... should be in the Lanthorn ; for they are in the Moon . But filence ; here comes Thisby . Enter Thisby . This . This is old Ninny's Tomb ; where is my Love ? Lion . Oh . Dem . Well roar'd Lion . Thef , Well run Thisby . Hip . Well fhone ...
... should be in the Lanthorn ; for they are in the Moon . But filence ; here comes Thisby . Enter Thisby . This . This is old Ninny's Tomb ; where is my Love ? Lion . Oh . Dem . Well roar'd Lion . Thef , Well run Thisby . Hip . Well fhone ...
Страница 519
... should not ufe à long one for fuch a Pyramus : I hope the will be brief . Dem . A Moth will turn the Ballance , which Pyramus , which Thisby is the better . Lys . She hath spied him already with those sweet Eyes . Dem . And thus fhe ...
... should not ufe à long one for fuch a Pyramus : I hope the will be brief . Dem . A Moth will turn the Ballance , which Pyramus , which Thisby is the better . Lys . She hath spied him already with those sweet Eyes . Dem . And thus fhe ...
Страница 526
... should not fee the fandy Hour - glass run , But I fhould think of Shallows and of Flats , And fee my wealthy Andrew dock'd in Sand , Vailing her high Top lower than her Ribs , To kifs her Burial : Should I go to Church And fee the holy ...
... should not fee the fandy Hour - glass run , But I fhould think of Shallows and of Flats , And fee my wealthy Andrew dock'd in Sand , Vailing her high Top lower than her Ribs , To kifs her Burial : Should I go to Church And fee the holy ...
Страница 527
... should a Man , whofe Blood is warm within , Sit like his Grandfire cut in Alablafter ? Sleep when he wakes , and creep into the Jaundies By being peevish ? I tell thee what , Anthonio , I love thee , and it is my Love that speaks ...
... should a Man , whofe Blood is warm within , Sit like his Grandfire cut in Alablafter ? Sleep when he wakes , and creep into the Jaundies By being peevish ? I tell thee what , Anthonio , I love thee , and it is my Love that speaks ...
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