The Plays of William Shakspeare, Tập 7F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 |
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... Bawd . We shall have him here to - morrow with his best ruff on . Boult . To - night , to - night . But , mistress , do you know the French knight that cowers1 i'the hams ? Bawd . Who ? monsieur Veroles ? Boult . Ay ; he offered to cut ...
... Bawd . We shall have him here to - morrow with his best ruff on . Boult . To - night , to - night . But , mistress , do you know the French knight that cowers1 i'the hams ? Bawd . Who ? monsieur Veroles ? Boult . Ay ; he offered to cut ...
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... Bawd . We have here one , sir , if she would- but there never came her like in Mitylene . Lys . If she'd do the deeds of darkness , thou would'st say . Bawd . Your honour knows what ' tis to say , well enough . Lys . Well ; call forth ...
... Bawd . We have here one , sir , if she would- but there never came her like in Mitylene . Lys . If she'd do the deeds of darkness , thou would'st say . Bawd . Your honour knows what ' tis to say , well enough . Lys . Well ; call forth ...
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... Bawd . Bawd . How now ! what's the matter ? Boult . Worse and worse , mistress ; she has here spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus . Bawd . O abominable ! Boult . She makes our profession as it were to stink afore the face of the gods .
... Bawd . Bawd . How now ! what's the matter ? Boult . Worse and worse , mistress ; she has here spoken holy words to the lord Lysimachus . Bawd . O abominable ! Boult . She makes our profession as it were to stink afore the face of the gods .
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