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EDWARD , Prince of Wales , afterwards King Edward V. Sons to the king
RICHARD , Duke of York , GEORGE , Duke of Clarence , RICHARD , Duke of
Gloster , after- > Brothers to the king . wards King Richard III . A young Son of
Clarence .
EDWARD , Prince of Wales , afterwards King Edward V. Sons to the king
RICHARD , Duke of York , GEORGE , Duke of Clarence , RICHARD , Duke of
Gloster , after- > Brothers to the king . wards King Richard III . A young Son of
Clarence .
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Edward , thy son , that now is prince of Wales , For Edward my son , that was
prince of Wales , Die in his youth , by like untimely violence ! Thyself a queen , for
me that was a queen , Out - live thy glory , like my wretched felf ! Long may'st thou
...
Edward , thy son , that now is prince of Wales , For Edward my son , that was
prince of Wales , Die in his youth , by like untimely violence ! Thyself a queen , for
me that was a queen , Out - live thy glory , like my wretched felf ! Long may'st thou
...
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Enter the Duchess of York , with a son and daughter of CLARENCE . Son . Good
grandam , tell us , is our father dead ? Duch . No , boy . Daugh . Why do you
weep so oft ? and beat your breast ; And cry - O Clarence , my unhappy fon ! Son
.
Enter the Duchess of York , with a son and daughter of CLARENCE . Son . Good
grandam , tell us , is our father dead ? Duch . No , boy . Daugh . Why do you
weep so oft ? and beat your breast ; And cry - O Clarence , my unhappy fon ! Son
.
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He is my son , ay , and therein my shame , Yet from my dugs he drew not this
deceit . Son . Think you , my uncle did dissemble , grandam ? Duch . Ay , boy .
Son . I cannot think it . Hark ! what noise is this ? Enter Queen ELIZABETH ...
He is my son , ay , and therein my shame , Yet from my dugs he drew not this
deceit . Son . Think you , my uncle did dissemble , grandam ? Duch . Ay , boy .
Son . I cannot think it . Hark ! what noise is this ? Enter Queen ELIZABETH ...
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England hath long been mad , and scarr'd herself ; The brother blindly shed the
brother's blood , The father rashly slaughter'd his own son , The son , compellid ,
been butcher to the fire ; All this divided York and Lancaster , Divided , in their ...
England hath long been mad , and scarr'd herself ; The brother blindly shed the
brother's blood , The father rashly slaughter'd his own son , The son , compellid ,
been butcher to the fire ; All this divided York and Lancaster , Divided , in their ...
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againſt Anne Apem Athens attend bear better blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal Clarence comes curſe dead death doth doubt duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear firſt follow fool fortune friends Gent gentle give gods gold grace hand Haſtings hath head hear heart heaven highneſs honour hope hour I'll Kath keep king king's lady leave live look lord madam maſter mean mind moſt mother Murd muſt myſelf nature never noble once Pain peace pleaſe poor pray preſent prince queen Rich Richard royal ſay SCENE ſee Serv Servant ſet ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome ſon ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſtate ſtill ſuch tell thank thee theſe thing thoſe thou thou art Timon true unto whoſe York
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| Заглавие | The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Timon of Athens Том 8 от The Plays of William Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Издател | T. Bensley, 1799 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 29 Дек 2006 |
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