Mr. William Shakespeare's comedies, histories, tragedies and poems, the text newly ed. with notes by R.G. White, Брой 7, Том 2 |
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... hour , by night or day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away ! Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! I am thy grandam , Richard ; call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance but not by truth ; what though ? Something about , a little from ...
... hour , by night or day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away ! Eli . The very spirit of Plantagenet ! I am thy grandam , Richard ; call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance but not by truth ; what though ? Something about , a little from ...
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... hour within this hour . Bast . Old Time the clock - setter , that bald sexton Time , Is it as he will ? well then , France shall rue . Blanch . The sun's o'ercast with blood : fair day , adieu ! Which is the side that I must go withal ...
... hour within this hour . Bast . Old Time the clock - setter , that bald sexton Time , Is it as he will ? well then , France shall rue . Blanch . The sun's o'ercast with blood : fair day , adieu ! Which is the side that I must go withal ...
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... hour , One minute , nay , one quiet breath of rest . A sceptre snatch'd with an unruly hand Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd ; blood . 100 [ Exit . [ Erit . 110 120 130 166 Exit Constance . S.'s Constance is so ideally ...
... hour , One minute , nay , one quiet breath of rest . A sceptre snatch'd with an unruly hand Must be as boisterously maintain'd as gain'd ; blood . 100 [ Exit . [ Erit . 110 120 130 166 Exit Constance . S.'s Constance is so ideally ...
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... or nose . See An hour in clamour and a quarter in rheum , " Much Ado About Nothing , Act V. Sc . 2 , line 66 , and this play , Act IV . Sc . 3 , line 108 . Turning dispiteous torture out of door ! I must be SCENE I. ] 39 KING JOHN .
... or nose . See An hour in clamour and a quarter in rheum , " Much Ado About Nothing , Act V. Sc . 2 , line 66 , and this play , Act IV . Sc . 3 , line 108 . Turning dispiteous torture out of door ! I must be SCENE I. ] 39 KING JOHN .
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... hour , Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time , Saying , " What lack you ? and Where lies your grief ? ' Or " " head , What good love may I perform for you ? " Many a poor man's son would have lien still And ne'er have spoke a loving ...
... hour , Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time , Saying , " What lack you ? and Where lies your grief ? ' Or " " head , What good love may I perform for you ? " Many a poor man's son would have lien still And ne'er have spoke a loving ...
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