The Handy-volume Shakespeare, Zväzok 6G. Routledge, 1885 |
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... Lady . Madam , we'll play at bowls . Queen . Twill make me think the world is full of rubs , And that my fortune runs against the bias . I Lady . Madam , we'll dance . Queen . My legs can keep no measure in delight , [ grief : When my ...
... Lady . Madam , we'll play at bowls . Queen . Twill make me think the world is full of rubs , And that my fortune runs against the bias . I Lady . Madam , we'll dance . Queen . My legs can keep no measure in delight , [ grief : When my ...
Strana 165
... lady ? Lady . What is it carries you away ? Hot . Why , my horse , my love , my horse . Lady . Out , you mad - headed ape ! A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen As you are toss'd with . In sooth , I'll know your business , Harry ...
... lady ? Lady . What is it carries you away ? Hot . Why , my horse , my love , my horse . Lady . Out , you mad - headed ape ! A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen As you are toss'd with . In sooth , I'll know your business , Harry ...
Strana 198
... Lady , my brach , howl in Irish . Lady P. Wouldst have thy head broken ? Hot . No. Lady P. Then be still . Hot . Neither ; ' tis a woman's fault . Lady P. Now God help thee ! Hot . To the Welsh lady's bed . Lady P. What's that ? Hot ...
... Lady , my brach , howl in Irish . Lady P. Wouldst have thy head broken ? Hot . No. Lady P. Then be still . Hot . Neither ; ' tis a woman's fault . Lady P. Now God help thee ! Hot . To the Welsh lady's bed . Lady P. What's that ? Hot ...
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