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Page 105
Abide me , if thou dar'st ; for well I wot , Thou runn'st before me , shifting every place ; And dar'st not stand , nor look me in the face . Where art thou ? Puck . Come hither ; I am here . Dem . Nay , then thou mock'st me .
Abide me , if thou dar'st ; for well I wot , Thou runn'st before me , shifting every place ; And dar'st not stand , nor look me in the face . Where art thou ? Puck . Come hither ; I am here . Dem . Nay , then thou mock'st me .
Page 149
It should seem then , that Dobbin's tail grows backward ; I am sure he had more hair on his tail , than I have on my face , when I last saw him . Gob . Lord , how art thou chang'd ! How dost thou and thy master agree ?
It should seem then , that Dobbin's tail grows backward ; I am sure he had more hair on his tail , than I have on my face , when I last saw him . Gob . Lord , how art thou chang'd ! How dost thou and thy master agree ?
Page 394
Good madam , let me see your face ? Oli . Have you any commission from your lord to negociate with my face ? you are now out of your text : but we will draw the curtain , and shew you the picture . Look you , sir , such a one as I was ...
Good madam , let me see your face ? Oli . Have you any commission from your lord to negociate with my face ? you are now out of your text : but we will draw the curtain , and shew you the picture . Look you , sir , such a one as I was ...
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