Bell's British Theatre: Comus, by J. Milton. ... Love in a village, by I. Bickerstaff[e1797 |
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... captain . Face . By your means , doctor Dog ? Sub . Within man's memory , All this I speak of . Face . Why , I pray you , have I Been countenanced by you , or you by me ? Do but collect , sir , where I met you first . Sub . I do not ...
... captain . Face . By your means , doctor Dog ? Sub . Within man's memory , All this I speak of . Face . Why , I pray you , have I Been countenanced by you , or you by me ? Do but collect , sir , where I met you first . Sub . I do not ...
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... captain , Whom not a puritan in Black - Friars will trust So much as for a feather ! And you too Will give the cause , forsooth ! You will insult , And claim a primacy in the divisions ! You must be chief ! As if you only had The powder ...
... captain , Whom not a puritan in Black - Friars will trust So much as for a feather ! And you too Will give the cause , forsooth ! You will insult , And claim a primacy in the divisions ! You must be chief ! As if you only had The powder ...
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... Captain , I am here . Sub . Who's that ? Face . He's come , I think , doctor . Good faith , sir , I was going away . Dap . In truth , I am very sorry , captain . Face . But I thought Sure I should meet you . Dap . Ay , I am very glad ...
... Captain , I am here . Sub . Who's that ? Face . He's come , I think , doctor . Good faith , sir , I was going away . Dap . In truth , I am very sorry , captain . Face . But I thought Sure I should meet you . Dap . Ay , I am very glad ...
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... captain ? Face . Ay . Dap . And how ? Face . Faith , he does make the matter , sir , so dainty , I know not what to say . Dap . Not so , good captain . Face . Would I were fairly rid on't , believe me . Dap . Nay , now you grieve me ...
... captain ? Face . Ay . Dap . And how ? Face . Faith , he does make the matter , sir , so dainty , I know not what to say . Dap . Not so , good captain . Face . Would I were fairly rid on't , believe me . Dap . Nay , now you grieve me ...
Strona 21
... captain . Face . Come , noble doctor , pray thee let's prevail ; This is the gentleman , and he is no Chiause . 280 Sub . Captain , I have return'd you all my answer . I would do much , sir , for your love - but this I neither may , nor ...
... captain . Face . Come , noble doctor , pray thee let's prevail ; This is the gentleman , and he is no Chiause . 280 Sub . Captain , I have return'd you all my answer . I would do much , sir , for your love - but this I neither may , nor ...
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