Works, Volume 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... must hold the credit your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . SCENE II . Hel . Oh , were that all ! -I think not on my father ; And thefe great tears grace his remembrance more Than thofe I fhed for him . What was he like ? I have ...
... must hold the credit your father . [ Exeunt Bertram and Lafeu . SCENE II . Hel . Oh , were that all ! -I think not on my father ; And thefe great tears grace his remembrance more Than thofe I fhed for him . What was he like ? I have ...
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... must think , which never Returns us thanks . Enter Page . Page . Monfieur Parolles , My Lord calls for you . [ Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewell ; if I can remember . thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monfieur ...
... must think , which never Returns us thanks . Enter Page . Page . Monfieur Parolles , My Lord calls for you . [ Exit Page . Par . Little Helen , farewell ; if I can remember . thee , I will think of thee at court . Hel . Monfieur ...
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... must needs go that the devil drives . Count . Is this all your Worship's reason Clo . ' Faith , Madam , I have other holy reasons , such as they are . 7 Count . May the world know them ? Clo . I have been , Madam , a wicked creature ...
... must needs go that the devil drives . Count . Is this all your Worship's reason Clo . ' Faith , Madam , I have other holy reasons , such as they are . 7 Count . May the world know them ? Clo . I have been , Madam , a wicked creature ...
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... is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. VOL . III . B Count Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You Sc . 7 . 13 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . ftall this in your bofom, and I thank ...
... is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal die : He must not be my brother .. VOL . III . B Count Count . Nor I your mother ? Hel . You Sc . 7 . 13 ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL . ftall this in your bofom, and I thank ...
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... must be my brother ?. Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; God fhield you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe . What ! pale again ? My fear hath catch'd your fondness.- Now I fee The ...
... must be my brother ?. Count . Yes , Helen , you might be my daughter - in - law ; God fhield you mean it not , daughter and mother So ftrive upon your pulfe . What ! pale again ? My fear hath catch'd your fondness.- Now I fee The ...
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