Prefaces. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of WindsorC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... husband as fhe fhall at the end of the faid three years be married unto , or at and after , do fufficiently affure unto her , and the iffue of her body , land anfwerable to the portion by this my will given unto her , and to be adjudged ...
... husband as fhe fhall at the end of the faid three years be married unto , or at and after , do fufficiently affure unto her , and the iffue of her body , land anfwerable to the portion by this my will given unto her , and to be adjudged ...
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... husband then ? Fer . Ay , with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom . Here's my hand . Mira . And mine , with my heart in't . And now farewell , Till half an hour hence , Fer . A thoufand , thousand ! [ Exeunt . make her appear ...
... husband then ? Fer . Ay , with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom . Here's my hand . Mira . And mine , with my heart in't . And now farewell , Till half an hour hence , Fer . A thoufand , thousand ! [ Exeunt . make her appear ...
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... husband find at Tunis ; And Ferdinand , her brother , found a wife , Where he himself was loft ; Profpero his dukedom , In a poor ifle ; and all of us , ourselves , 3 When no man was his own . Alon . Give me your hands : Let grief and ...
... husband find at Tunis ; And Ferdinand , her brother , found a wife , Where he himself was loft ; Profpero his dukedom , In a poor ifle ; and all of us , ourselves , 3 When no man was his own . Alon . Give me your hands : Let grief and ...
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... husband ! " Again , in Ben Jonfon's Every Man out of his Humour , 66 Every man was not born with my fervant Brifk's " features . " STEEVENS . Sil . I thank you , gentle fervant : ' Sil . OF VERON A. 125 Enter Silvia. ...
... husband ! " Again , in Ben Jonfon's Every Man out of his Humour , 66 Every man was not born with my fervant Brifk's " features . " STEEVENS . Sil . I thank you , gentle fervant : ' Sil . OF VERON A. 125 Enter Silvia. ...
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... husband's purfe : fhe hath a legion of angels . Pift . As many devils entertain ; and , To her , boy , say I. Nym . The humour rifes ; it is good : humour me the angels . Fal . I have writ me here a letter to her : and here another to ...
... husband's purfe : fhe hath a legion of angels . Pift . As many devils entertain ; and , To her , boy , say I. Nym . The humour rifes ; it is good : humour me the angels . Fal . I have writ me here a letter to her : and here another to ...
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