The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Tom 5R. Crowder, 1772 |
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Strona 11
... must come in earlier a - nights ; your niece , my Lady , takes great exceptions to your ill hours . Sir To . Why , let her except , before excepted . Mar. Ay , but you must confine yourself within the modeft limits of order . Sir To ...
... must come in earlier a - nights ; your niece , my Lady , takes great exceptions to your ill hours . Sir To . Why , let her except , before excepted . Mar. Ay , but you must confine yourself within the modeft limits of order . Sir To ...
Strona 35
... must be round with you . My Lady bade me tell you , that the harbours you as her uncle , the's nothing allied to your diforders . If you can feperate yourfelf and your mildemea- nors , you are welcome to the houfe : if not , an it would ...
... must be round with you . My Lady bade me tell you , that the harbours you as her uncle , the's nothing allied to your diforders . If you can feperate yourfelf and your mildemea- nors , you are welcome to the houfe : if not , an it would ...
Strona 41
... must . › Say that fome lady , as perhaps there is , Hath for your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; You tell her fo ; muft the not then be answered ? Duke . There is no woman's fides 11 Can ...
... must . › Say that fome lady , as perhaps there is , Hath for your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her ; You tell her fo ; muft the not then be answered ? Duke . There is no woman's fides 11 Can ...
Strona 45
... must amend your Sir To . Out , fcab ! drunkenness Fab . Nay , patience , or we break the finews of our plot . J Mal . Befides , you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight ---- . Sir And . That's me , I warrant you . Mal ...
... must amend your Sir To . Out , fcab ! drunkenness Fab . Nay , patience , or we break the finews of our plot . J Mal . Befides , you waste the treasure of your time with a foolish knight ---- . Sir And . That's me , I warrant you . Mal ...
Strona 46
... must know . ” No manmust know --- what follows ? the numbers altered --- no man must know - if this should be thee ; Malvolio ?! Sir To . Marry , hang thee , Brock ! Mal . I may command where I adore , but fi lence , like a Lucrece ...
... must know . ” No manmust know --- what follows ? the numbers altered --- no man must know - if this should be thee ; Malvolio ?! Sir To . Marry , hang thee , Brock ! Mal . I may command where I adore , but fi lence , like a Lucrece ...
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Strona 115 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun the moon and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity, fools by heavenly compulsion, knaves thieves and treachers by spherical predominance, drunkards liars and adulterers by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in by a divine thrusting on...
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