The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 6Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Page 3011
... Fath . Why how is't , Brother ? What , doth he spend Beyond the allowance I left him ? Unc . How ! beyond that ? and far more ; why , your Exhibition is nothing , he hath spent that , and fince hath borrow'd , protefted with Oaths ...
... Fath . Why how is't , Brother ? What , doth he spend Beyond the allowance I left him ? Unc . How ! beyond that ? and far more ; why , your Exhibition is nothing , he hath spent that , and fince hath borrow'd , protefted with Oaths ...
Page 3012
... Fath . I grant indeed to fwear is bad , but not in keeping those Oaths is better ; for who will fet by a bad thing ? Nay by my Faith , I hold this rather a Virtue than a Vice . Well , I pray proceed . Unc . He is a mighty Brawler , and ...
... Fath . I grant indeed to fwear is bad , but not in keeping those Oaths is better ; for who will fet by a bad thing ? Nay by my Faith , I hold this rather a Virtue than a Vice . Well , I pray proceed . Unc . He is a mighty Brawler , and ...
Page 3013
... Fath . For God's fake give it out I am dead , See how he'll take it . Say I have brought you News from his Father . I have here drawn a formal Will , as it were from my felf , Which I'll deliver him . Unc . Go to , Brother , no more : I ...
... Fath . For God's fake give it out I am dead , See how he'll take it . Say I have brought you News from his Father . I have here drawn a formal Will , as it were from my felf , Which I'll deliver him . Unc . Go to , Brother , no more : I ...
Page 3014
... Fath . Yes truly , Sir , your Father is dead , thef : Hands of mine holp to wind him . J Flow . Dead ? " Fath . Ay , Sir , dead . Flow Flow . Flow . ' Sblood , how fhould my Father come 3014 The London Prodigal .
... Fath . Yes truly , Sir , your Father is dead , thef : Hands of mine holp to wind him . J Flow . Dead ? " Fath . Ay , Sir , dead . Flow Flow . Flow . ' Sblood , how fhould my Father come 3014 The London Prodigal .
Page 3015
... Fath . I'faith Sir , according to the old Proverb , The Child was Born , and cryed , became Man , After fell Sick , and Died . Unc . Nay , Coufin , do not take it fo heavily .. Flow . Nay , I cannot weep you Extempory , marry fome two ...
... Fath . I'faith Sir , according to the old Proverb , The Child was Born , and cryed , became Man , After fell Sick , and Died . Unc . Nay , Coufin , do not take it fo heavily .. Flow . Nay , I cannot weep you Extempory , marry fome two ...
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Page 3259 - Divines and dying men may talk of Hell, But in my heart her several torments dwell. Slavery and misery! Who in this case Would not take up money upon his soul, Pawn his salvation, live at interest?