Loves Labour's Lost. the Comedie of Errors. the Two Gentlemen of Verona

Loves Labour's Lost. the Comedie of Errors. the Two Gentlemen of Verona

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 edition. Excerpt: ...but a Troyan in respect of this. Boi. But is this Heetor? Kin. I thinke Heetor was not so cleane timber'd.1 Lon. His legge is too big for Heetor. 1 rhapely Dum. More Calfe certaine. 71o Boi. No, he is best indued in the small. Ber. This cannot be Heetor. Dum. He's a God or a Painter, for he makes faces. Brag. The Arrzipotent Marr, ofLauneer the almighty, gave Hector a gift. Dum. A gilt Nutmegge. Ber. A Lemmon. Lon. Stucke with Cloves. Dum. No cloven. Brag. The Armipotent Man 1fLauneer the almighty, Gave Heetor a gift, the heire aflllion; 721 A man:0 hreathed, that eertaine he would fight: yea From morne till night, out of hir Pavillion. 709. Hector: Hector's--1Q. 720. The Armipotem: Peace! The, ete.--Csnu.. I am that Flower. Dum. That Mint. Long. That Cullambine. Brag. Sweet Lord Longavill reine thy tongue. Lon. I must rather give it the reine: for it runnes a-gainst Heetor. ' Dum. I, and Heetor'r a Grey-hound. 730 Brag. The sweet War-man is dead and rotten, Sweet ohuckes, beat not the bones of the buried: When he breathed he was a man: But I will forward with my device; To the Prineerr Sweet Royaltie bestow on me the sence of hearing. Berowne rtepper forth. Qu. Speake brave Hector, we are much delighted. Brag. I do adore thy sweet Graces slipper. Boy. Aride to Dum. Loves her by the foot. Dum. Aride to Boyet He may not by the yard. Brag. Thir Heetorfarre rurmounted Hannihall. The partie ir gone. 741 Clo. Fellow Heetor, she is gone; she is two moneths on her way. Brag. What meanest thou? Clo. Faith unlesse you_play the honest Troyan, the poore Wench is cast away: she's quick, the child brags in her belly alreadie: tis yours. Brag. Dost thou infamonize me among Potentates? Thou shalt die. 749 Clo. Then more

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