The Works of Shakespear: In Eight Volumes, Volume 2J. and P. Knapton, 1747 |
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... sweet bait that we lay for it . No , truly , Urfula , fhe's too difdainful ; I know , her fpirits are as coy and wild As haggerds of the rock . I Urfu . But are you fure , That Benedick loves Beatrice fo intirely ? Hero . So fays the ...
... sweet bait that we lay for it . No , truly , Urfula , fhe's too difdainful ; I know , her fpirits are as coy and wild As haggerds of the rock . I Urfu . But are you fure , That Benedick loves Beatrice fo intirely ? Hero . So fays the ...
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... Sweet Prince , you learn me noble thankful- nefs : There , Leonato , take her back again ; Give not this rotten orange to your friend . She's but the fign and femblance of her honour ; Behold , how like a maid fhe blushes here ! O ...
... Sweet Prince , you learn me noble thankful- nefs : There , Leonato , take her back again ; Give not this rotten orange to your friend . She's but the fign and femblance of her honour ; Behold , how like a maid fhe blushes here ! O ...
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... Sweet Prince , why fpeak not you ? Pedro . What fhould I speak ? I ftand difhonour'd , that have gone about • To link my dear friend to a common Stale . Leon . Are these things spoken , or do I but dream ? John . Sir , they are spoken ...
... Sweet Prince , why fpeak not you ? Pedro . What fhould I speak ? I ftand difhonour'd , that have gone about • To link my dear friend to a common Stale . Leon . Are these things spoken , or do I but dream ? John . Sir , they are spoken ...
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... his heart in the market - place . Bene . Hear me , Beatrice . Beat . Talk with a man out at a window ? -a pro- per faying ! Bene . Nay , but Beatrice . Beat . Beat . Sweet Hero ! fhe is wrong'd , fhe 68 MUCH ADO about NOTHING .
... his heart in the market - place . Bene . Hear me , Beatrice . Beat . Talk with a man out at a window ? -a pro- per faying ! Bene . Nay , but Beatrice . Beat . Beat . Sweet Hero ! fhe is wrong'd , fhe 68 MUCH ADO about NOTHING .
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In Eight Volumes William Shakespeare William Warburton. Beat . Sweet Hero ! fhe is wrong'd , fhe is flander'd , she is undone . Bene . Beat . Beat . Princes and Counts ! furely , a princely tefti- mony , a goodly count - comfect , a ...
In Eight Volumes William Shakespeare William Warburton. Beat . Sweet Hero ! fhe is wrong'd , fhe is flander'd , she is undone . Bene . Beat . Beat . Princes and Counts ! furely , a princely tefti- mony , a goodly count - comfect , a ...
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