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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... Tell him , you are sure 30 All in Bohemia's well ; this satisfaction The by - gone day proclaim'd : say this to him , He's beat from his best ward . Leon . Well said , Hermione . Her . To tell , he longs to see his son , were strong ...
... Tell him , you are sure 30 All in Bohemia's well ; this satisfaction The by - gone day proclaim'd : say this to him , He's beat from his best ward . Leon . Well said , Hermione . Her . To tell , he longs to see his son , were strong ...
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... tell you ; 400 Since I am charged in honour and by him That I think honourable : therefore mark my counsel , Which must be even as swiftly follow'd as I mean to utter it , or both yourself and me Cry lost , and so good night ! Pol . On ...
... tell you ; 400 Since I am charged in honour and by him That I think honourable : therefore mark my counsel , Which must be even as swiftly follow'd as I mean to utter it , or both yourself and me Cry lost , and so good night ! Pol . On ...
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... tell's a tale . Mam . Merry or sad shall't be ? Her . As merry as you will . Mam . A sad tale's best for winter : I have one Of sprites and goblins . Her . Let's have that , good sir . Come on , sit down : come on , and do your best To ...
... tell's a tale . Mam . Merry or sad shall't be ? Her . As merry as you will . Mam . A sad tale's best for winter : I have one Of sprites and goblins . Her . Let's have that , good sir . Come on , sit down : come on , and do your best To ...
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... Tell her , Emilia , I'll use that tongue I have : if wit flow from't As boldness from my bosom , let't not be doubted I shall do good . Emil . Now be you blest for it ! I'll to the queen : please you , come something nearer . Gaol ...
... Tell her , Emilia , I'll use that tongue I have : if wit flow from't As boldness from my bosom , let't not be doubted I shall do good . Emil . Now be you blest for it ! I'll to the queen : please you , come something nearer . Gaol ...
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... tell you ' Tis rigour and not law . Your honours all , I do refer me to the oracle : Apollo be my judge ! First Lord . This your request Is altogether just : therefore bring forth , And in Apollo's name , his oracle . [ Exeunt certain ...
... tell you ' Tis rigour and not law . Your honours all , I do refer me to the oracle : Apollo be my judge ! First Lord . This your request Is altogether just : therefore bring forth , And in Apollo's name , his oracle . [ Exeunt certain ...
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