The Works of Shakespeare, Volume 6J. and P. Knapton, 1752 |
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... foul difeafe ; revoke thy doom , Or whilft I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! Since thou haft fought to make us break our vow , Which we durft never yet ; and with ftrain'd ...
... foul difeafe ; revoke thy doom , Or whilft I can vent clamour from my throat , I'll tell thee , thou dost evil . Lear . Hear me , recreant ! Since thou haft fought to make us break our vow , Which we durft never yet ; and with ftrain'd ...
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... foul weather ? WHO Gent . One minded like the weather , most unquietly . Kent . I know you ; where's the King ? Gent . Contending with the fretful elements ; Bids the wind blow the earth into the fea ; Or fwell the curled waters ' bove ...
... foul weather ? WHO Gent . One minded like the weather , most unquietly . Kent . I know you ; where's the King ? Gent . Contending with the fretful elements ; Bids the wind blow the earth into the fea ; Or fwell the curled waters ' bove ...
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... foul . Fool . He that has a houfe to put's head in , has a good head - piece : The codpiece that will houfe , before the head has any , The head and he shall lowfe ; fo beggars marry many . That man that makes his toe , what he his ...
... foul . Fool . He that has a houfe to put's head in , has a good head - piece : The codpiece that will houfe , before the head has any , The head and he shall lowfe ; fo beggars marry many . That man that makes his toe , what he his ...
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... foul fiend follows me . Through the fharp hawthorn blows the cold wind . Humph , go to thy bed and warm thee . Lear . Didft thou give all to thy daughters ? and art thou come to this ? Edg . Who gives any thing to poor Tom ? whom the foul ...
... foul fiend follows me . Through the fharp hawthorn blows the cold wind . Humph , go to thy bed and warm thee . Lear . Didft thou give all to thy daughters ? and art thou come to this ? Edg . Who gives any thing to poor Tom ? whom the foul ...
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... foul fiend ; obey thy parents ; keep thy word juftly ; fwear not ; commit not with man's fworn fpoufe ; fet not thy fweet heart on proud array Tom's a - cold . Lear . What haft thou been ? Edg . A ferving man , proud in heart and mind ...
... foul fiend ; obey thy parents ; keep thy word juftly ; fwear not ; commit not with man's fworn fpoufe ; fet not thy fweet heart on proud array Tom's a - cold . Lear . What haft thou been ? Edg . A ferving man , proud in heart and mind ...
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