The tempest. A midsummer-night's dream. The two gentleman of Verona. The merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measureJ. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman and T. Shewell, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod., 1747 |
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Page 68
And , like this insubstantial pageant faded , , « Leave He had just before said ,
that the Spirits were melted into Air , into thin Air . This furnishes him with the fine
fimilitude of Air Vifions , which generally appearing , as Shakefpear in another ...
And , like this insubstantial pageant faded , , « Leave He had just before said ,
that the Spirits were melted into Air , into thin Air . This furnishes him with the fine
fimilitude of Air Vifions , which generally appearing , as Shakefpear in another ...
Page 69
1 « 9 Leave not a rack behind ! we are such stuff • As dreams are made on , and
our little life • Is rounded with a sleep . ' Sir , I am vext ; Bear with my weakness ,
my old brain is troubled : Be not disturb'd with my infirmity ; If thou be pleas'd ...
1 « 9 Leave not a rack behind ! we are such stuff • As dreams are made on , and
our little life • Is rounded with a sleep . ' Sir , I am vext ; Bear with my weakness ,
my old brain is troubled : Be not disturb'd with my infirmity ; If thou be pleas'd ...
Page 117
And ev'n for that do I love thee the more ; ;I am your spaniel ; and , Demetrius ,
The more you beat me , I will fawn on you : Use me but as your spaniel , spurn
me , strike me , Neglect me , lose me ; only give me leave , Unworthy as I am , to ...
And ev'n for that do I love thee the more ; ;I am your spaniel ; and , Demetrius ,
The more you beat me , I will fawn on you : Use me but as your spaniel , spurn
me , strike me , Neglect me , lose me ; only give me leave , Unworthy as I am , to ...
Page 177
Sweet Protheus , no : now let us take our leave . At Milan , let me hear from thee
by ... Exit Pro . He after honour hunts ; I after loves He leaves his friends to dignify
them more ; I leave myself , my friends , and all for love . Thou , Julia , thou haft ...
Sweet Protheus , no : now let us take our leave . At Milan , let me hear from thee
by ... Exit Pro . He after honour hunts ; I after loves He leaves his friends to dignify
them more ; I leave myself , my friends , and all for love . Thou , Julia , thou haft ...
Page 358
Come , no more evasion : We have with a prepar'd and level'd choice Proceeded
to you ; therefore take your honours , Our hafte from hence is of fo quick condition
, That it prefers it felf , and leaves unquestion'd Matters of needful value .
Come , no more evasion : We have with a prepar'd and level'd choice Proceeded
to you ; therefore take your honours , Our hafte from hence is of fo quick condition
, That it prefers it felf , and leaves unquestion'd Matters of needful value .
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