The winter's tale. The life and death of King John. The tragedy of King Richard II. The first part of King Henry IV. The second part of King Henry IV. The life of King Henry VG. Barrie & Son, 1894 |
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... host , And make a riot on the gentle brow Of true sincerity ? O , holy sir , My reverend father , let it not be so ! Out of your grace , devise , ordain , impose Some gentle order ; and then we shall be blest To do your pleasure and ...
... host , And make a riot on the gentle brow Of true sincerity ? O , holy sir , My reverend father , let it not be so ! Out of your grace , devise , ordain , impose Some gentle order ; and then we shall be blest To do your pleasure and ...
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... host , the Dauphin and his powers : Your nobles will not hear you , but are gone To offer service to your enemy , And wild amazement hurries up and down The little number of your doubtful friends . 30 K. John . Would not my lords return ...
... host , the Dauphin and his powers : Your nobles will not hear you , but are gone To offer service to your enemy , And wild amazement hurries up and down The little number of your doubtful friends . 30 K. John . Would not my lords return ...
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... Host . O Jesu , my lord , my lord ! Prince . Heigh , heigh ! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick : what's the matter ? Host . The sheriff and all the watch are at the door : they are come to search the house . let them in ? Shall I Fal ...
... Host . O Jesu , my lord , my lord ! Prince . Heigh , heigh ! the devil rides upon a fiddlestick : what's the matter ? Host . The sheriff and all the watch are at the door : they are come to search the house . let them in ? Shall I Fal ...
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... Host . Who , I ? no ; I defy thee : God's light , I was never called so in mine own house before . Fal . Go to , I know you well enough . Host . No , Sir John ; you do not know me , Sir John . I know you , Sir John : you owe me money ...
... Host . Who , I ? no ; I defy thee : God's light , I was never called so in mine own house before . Fal . Go to , I know you well enough . Host . No , Sir John ; you do not know me , Sir John . I know you , Sir John : you owe me money ...
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... Host . O Jesu , I have heard the prince tell him , I know not how oft , that that ring was copper ! Fal . How ! the ... Host . My lord , I pray you , hear me . Prince . What sayest thou , Mistress Quickly ? How doth thy husband ? I love ...
... Host . O Jesu , I have heard the prince tell him , I know not how oft , that that ring was copper ! Fal . How ! the ... Host . My lord , I pray you , hear me . Prince . What sayest thou , Mistress Quickly ? How doth thy husband ? I love ...
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