Works, Volume 3Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... young French Lords , that Serve with Bertram in the Flo- rentine war . Stewart , fervants to the Count Clown , Sefs of Roufillon . | | Countess of Rouillon , mother to Bertram . Helena , daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous physician ...
... young French Lords , that Serve with Bertram in the Flo- rentine war . Stewart , fervants to the Count Clown , Sefs of Roufillon . | | Countess of Rouillon , mother to Bertram . Helena , daughter to Gerard de Narbon , a famous physician ...
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... young gentlewoman had a father , ( 0 , that had ! how fad a prefage ' tis ! ) whofe fkill was al- moft as great as his honefty ; had it ftretch'd fo far , it would have made nature immortal , and death fhould have play'd for lack of ...
... young gentlewoman had a father , ( 0 , that had ! how fad a prefage ' tis ! ) whofe fkill was al- moft as great as his honefty ; had it ftretch'd fo far , it would have made nature immortal , and death fhould have play'd for lack of ...
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... Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'ft thy father's face . Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May't thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are ...
... Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'ft thy father's face . Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May't thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are ...
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... young Charbon the Puritan , and old , Poyfon the Papift , howfoe'er their hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul mouth'd ...
... young Charbon the Puritan , and old , Poyfon the Papift , howfoe'er their hearts are fever'd in religion , their heads are both one ; they may joul horns together , like any deer i ' th ' herd . Count . Wilt thou ever be a foul mouth'd ...
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... young ; If we are nature's , thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in ...
... young ; If we are nature's , thefe are ours : this thorn Doth to our rofe of youth rightly belong ; Our blood to us , this to our blood , is born ; It is the fhow and feal of nature's truth , Where love's ftrong paffion is imprefs'd in ...
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