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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... answer'd heaven Boldly ' not guilty ; ' the imposition clear'd Hereditary ours . Her . You have tripp'd since . Pol . By this we gather O my most sacred lady ! Temptations have since then been born to's ; for In 6 [ ACT I. THE WINTER'S ...
... answer'd heaven Boldly ' not guilty ; ' the imposition clear'd Hereditary ours . Her . You have tripp'd since . Pol . By this we gather O my most sacred lady ! Temptations have since then been born to's ; for In 6 [ ACT I. THE WINTER'S ...
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... answer , If you first sinn'd with us and that with us You did continue fault and that you slipp'd not With any but with us . Leon . Is he won yet ? Her . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . 80 At my request he would not . Hermione , my ...
... answer , If you first sinn'd with us and that with us You did continue fault and that you slipp'd not With any but with us . Leon . Is he won yet ? Her . He'll stay , my lord . Leon . 80 At my request he would not . Hermione , my ...
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... answer . Pol . A sickness caught of me , and yet I well ! I must be answer'd . Dost thou hear , Camillo , I conjure thee , by all the parts of man Which honour does acknowledge , whereof the least Is not this suit of mine , that thou ...
... answer . Pol . A sickness caught of me , and yet I well ! I must be answer'd . Dost thou hear , Camillo , I conjure thee , by all the parts of man Which honour does acknowledge , whereof the least Is not this suit of mine , that thou ...
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... answer : but the last , —O lords , When I have said , cry ' woe ! ' - the queen , the queen , 200 The sweet'st , dear'st creature's dead , and ven- geance for't Not dropp'd down yet . First Lord . The higher powers forbid ! Paul . I say ...
... answer : but the last , —O lords , When I have said , cry ' woe ! ' - the queen , the queen , 200 The sweet'st , dear'st creature's dead , and ven- geance for't Not dropp'd down yet . First Lord . The higher powers forbid ! Paul . I say ...
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... answer Whoop , do me no harm , good man ; ' puts him off , slights him , with ' Whoop , do me no harm , good man . ' * Chorus and end . 201 Pol . This is a brave fellow . Clo . Believe me , thou talkest of an admirable conceited fellow ...
... answer Whoop , do me no harm , good man ; ' puts him off , slights him , with ' Whoop , do me no harm , good man . ' * Chorus and end . 201 Pol . This is a brave fellow . Clo . Believe me , thou talkest of an admirable conceited fellow ...
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Страница 330 - tis no matter ; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg ? No. Or an arm ? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour ? A word. What is in that word, honour ? What is that honour?
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Страница 330 - tis no matter ; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg ? no : or an arm ? no : or take away the grief of a wound ? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then ? no. What is honour ? a word. What is in that word honour ? what is that honour ? air. A trim reckoning ! Who hath it ? he that died o
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