The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 8C. and A. Conrad, 1806 |
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... sack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and sleeping upon benches after noon , that thou hast forgotten to de- mand that truly which thou would'st truly know.3 What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day ? unless hours were ...
... sack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and sleeping upon benches after noon , that thou hast forgotten to de- mand that truly which thou would'st truly know.3 What a devil hast thou to do with the time of the day ? unless hours were ...
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... Sack - and - Sugar ? * end of this work , the word vocation occurs in almost every para- graph . Thus chapter i : " That the vocation of men hath been a thing unknown unto philosophers , and other that have treated of Politique Govern ...
... Sack - and - Sugar ? * end of this work , the word vocation occurs in almost every para- graph . Thus chapter i : " That the vocation of men hath been a thing unknown unto philosophers , and other that have treated of Politique Govern ...
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... Sack was , I believe , often mulled in our author's time . See a note , post , on the words , " If sack and sugar be a sin , " & c . See also Blount's GLOSSOGRAPHY : " Mulled Sack , ( Vinum mollitum ) because softened and made mild by ...
... Sack was , I believe , often mulled in our author's time . See a note , post , on the words , " If sack and sugar be a sin , " & c . See also Blount's GLOSSOGRAPHY : " Mulled Sack , ( Vinum mollitum ) because softened and made mild by ...
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... sack be my poison : 7 When a jest is so forward , and afoot too , I hate it . Gads . Stand . Enter GADSHILL . Fal . So I do , against my will . Poins . O , ' tis our setter : I know his voice . Enter BARDOLPH . Bard . What news ? 8 5 ...
... sack be my poison : 7 When a jest is so forward , and afoot too , I hate it . Gads . Stand . Enter GADSHILL . Fal . So I do , against my will . Poins . O , ' tis our setter : I know his voice . Enter BARDOLPH . Bard . What news ? 8 5 ...
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