The Dramatic Works of Ben Jonson, and Beaumont and Fletcher, Том 3J. Stockdale, 1811 |
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... face , and you carry Cler . The least is banishment . [ it . La Writ . Be banish'd then ; shall ' Tis a friend's part : We'll meet in Africa , Or any corner of the earth . Cler . Say , he will not fight ? La - Writ . I know then what to ...
... face , and you carry Cler . The least is banishment . [ it . La Writ . Be banish'd then ; shall ' Tis a friend's part : We'll meet in Africa , Or any corner of the earth . Cler . Say , he will not fight ? La - Writ . I know then what to ...
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... faces on ? they dare not do it ! Flatter such scabs of nature ? Gent . Woman , woman , The next work is with you . Anu ... face . Ana . Oh , sir ! Cler . No more words ; softly , Hark , but hark wisely how , understand well , Suspect not ...
... faces on ? they dare not do it ! Flatter such scabs of nature ? Gent . Woman , woman , The next work is with you . Anu ... face . Ana . Oh , sir ! Cler . No more words ; softly , Hark , but hark wisely how , understand well , Suspect not ...
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... face of justice beyond theirs , And , as I am , a servant to my fortunes , - That daring soul , that first taught disobedi- ence , Should feel the first example . Say the prince , As I may well believe , seems vicious , Who justly knows ...
... face of justice beyond theirs , And , as I am , a servant to my fortunes , - That daring soul , that first taught disobedi- ence , Should feel the first example . Say the prince , As I may well believe , seems vicious , Who justly knows ...
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... face of heav'n with show'rs of [ soldiers arrows : ' Yet we dare fight like Romans ! ' Then , as Tir'd with a weary march , they tell their wounds , [ decper , E'en weeping - ripe they were no more , nor And glory in those scars that ...
... face of heav'n with show'rs of [ soldiers arrows : ' Yet we dare fight like Romans ! ' Then , as Tir'd with a weary march , they tell their wounds , [ decper , E'en weeping - ripe they were no more , nor And glory in those scars that ...
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... face and by a way of terror , What vices I was grounded in , and almost Proclaim'd the soldiers ' hate against me ? Is not The sacred name and dignity of Cæsar ( Were this Aecius more than man ) sufficient To shake off all his honesty ...
... face and by a way of terror , What vices I was grounded in , and almost Proclaim'd the soldiers ' hate against me ? Is not The sacred name and dignity of Cæsar ( Were this Aecius more than man ) sufficient To shake off all his honesty ...
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