Prefaces. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... quips , ] That is , hasty paffionate reproaches and scoffs . So Macbeth is in a kindred fenfe faid to be sudden ; that is , irafcible and impetuous . JOHNSON . L3 Enter Enter behind , the Hoft and Julia in boy's cloaths OF VERONA . 165.
... quips , ] That is , hasty paffionate reproaches and scoffs . So Macbeth is in a kindred fenfe faid to be sudden ; that is , irafcible and impetuous . JOHNSON . L3 Enter Enter behind , the Hoft and Julia in boy's cloaths OF VERONA . 165.
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... Hoft . Now , my young guest , methinks you're allycholly : I pray you , why is it ? Jul . Marry , mine Host , because I cannot be merry . Hoft . Come , we'll have you merry : I'll bring you where you shall hear music , and fee the ...
... Hoft . Now , my young guest , methinks you're allycholly : I pray you , why is it ? Jul . Marry , mine Host , because I cannot be merry . Hoft . Come , we'll have you merry : I'll bring you where you shall hear music , and fee the ...
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... Hoft . Why , my pretty youth ? Jul . He plays false , father . Hoft . How , out of tune on the strings ? Jul . Not fo ; but yet fo false , that he grieves my very heart - strings . Hoft . You have a quick ear . Jul . Ay , I would I were ...
... Hoft . Why , my pretty youth ? Jul . He plays false , father . Hoft . How , out of tune on the strings ? Jul . Not fo ; but yet fo false , that he grieves my very heart - strings . Hoft . You have a quick ear . Jul . Ay , I would I were ...
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... Hoft , will you go ? [ Exeunt Protheus and Silvia . Hoft . By my hallidom , I was fast asleep . Jul . Pray you , where lies Sir Protheus ? Hoft . Marry , at my house : trust me , I think , ' tis almost day . Jul . Not fo ; but it hath ...
... Hoft , will you go ? [ Exeunt Protheus and Silvia . Hoft . By my hallidom , I was fast asleep . Jul . Pray you , where lies Sir Protheus ? Hoft . Marry , at my house : trust me , I think , ' tis almost day . Jul . Not fo ; but it hath ...
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... Hoft . Difcard , bully Hercules ; cashier : let them wag : trot , trot . Fal . I fit at ten pounds a week . Hoft . Thour't an emperor , Cæfar , Keisar , and Phea- zar . I will entertain Bardoph ; he shall draw , he shall tap : faid I ...
... Hoft . Difcard , bully Hercules ; cashier : let them wag : trot , trot . Fal . I fit at ten pounds a week . Hoft . Thour't an emperor , Cæfar , Keisar , and Phea- zar . I will entertain Bardoph ; he shall draw , he shall tap : faid I ...
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