The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 6Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Page 2745
... CROM- PATRA . CYMBELINE . PERICLES Prince of TYRE . LONDON PRODIGAL . WELL . Sir JOHN OLDCastle . The PURITAN . A YORKSHIRE Tragedy . LOCRINE . LONDON : Printed for Jacob Tonfon , at Grays - Inn Gate . MDCCIX . 900 P. 2053 AND CLEOPATRA ...
... CROM- PATRA . CYMBELINE . PERICLES Prince of TYRE . LONDON PRODIGAL . WELL . Sir JOHN OLDCastle . The PURITAN . A YORKSHIRE Tragedy . LOCRINE . LONDON : Printed for Jacob Tonfon , at Grays - Inn Gate . MDCCIX . 900 P. 2053 AND CLEOPATRA ...
Page 3066
... Crom . Good Morrow , Morn , I do falute thy brightness , The Night feems tedious to my troubled Soul : Whofe black Obfcurity binds in my Mind A thoufand fundry Cogitations : And now Aurora with a lively die , Adds Comfort to my Spirit ...
... Crom . Good Morrow , Morn , I do falute thy brightness , The Night feems tedious to my troubled Soul : Whofe black Obfcurity binds in my Mind A thoufand fundry Cogitations : And now Aurora with a lively die , Adds Comfort to my Spirit ...
Page 3067
... Crom . Why Knave I fay , have I thus cark'd and car'd , And all to keep thee like a Gentleman , And doft thou let my Servants at their work ; That fweat for thee , Knave ? labour thus for thee ? Crom . Father , their Hammers do offend ...
... Crom . Why Knave I fay , have I thus cark'd and car'd , And all to keep thee like a Gentleman , And doft thou let my Servants at their work ; That fweat for thee , Knave ? labour thus for thee ? Crom . Father , their Hammers do offend ...
Page 3068
... Crom . Tom Cromwell , what Tom I fay . Crom . Do you call , Sir ? Old Crom . Here is Master Bowfer come to know if you have dispatch'd his Petition for the Lords of the Counsel , or no . Crom . Father , I have , please you to call him in .
... Crom . Tom Cromwell , what Tom I fay . Crom . Do you call , Sir ? Old Crom . Here is Master Bowfer come to know if you have dispatch'd his Petition for the Lords of the Counsel , or no . Crom . Father , I have , please you to call him in .
Page 3069
... Crom . I will attend you , Sir . Old Crom . Farewel , Tom , God bless thee , Tom . God fpeed thee , good Tom . Enter Bagot , a Broker , folus . Bag . I hope this day is fatal unto fome , And by their lofs muft Bagot feek to gain . This ...
... Crom . I will attend you , Sir . Old Crom . Farewel , Tom , God bless thee , Tom . God fpeed thee , good Tom . Enter Bagot , a Broker , folus . Bag . I hope this day is fatal unto fome , And by their lofs muft Bagot feek to gain . This ...
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