The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Timon of Athens |
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Mef : I'll go , my lord , and tell him what you say . [ Exit . Enter CATESBY . 1 Cate .
Many good morrows to my noble lord ! Haft . Good morrow , Catesby ; you are
early stirring : What news , what news , in this our tottering state ? Cate .
Mef : I'll go , my lord , and tell him what you say . [ Exit . Enter CATESBY . 1 Cate .
Many good morrows to my noble lord ! Haft . Good morrow , Catesby ; you are
early stirring : What news , what news , in this our tottering state ? Cate .
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Me , as his abject object : at this instant He bores me with some trick : He's gone
to the king ; I'll follow , and out - stare him . Nor . Stay , my lord , And let your
reason with your choler question What ' tis you go about : To climb steep hills ...
Me , as his abject object : at this instant He bores me with some trick : He's gone
to the king ; I'll follow , and out - stare him . Nor . Stay , my lord , And let your
reason with your choler question What ' tis you go about : To climb steep hills ...
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I'll not come back ; the tidings that I bring Will make my boldness manners . - Now
, good angels Fly o'er thy royal head , and fhade thy person Under their blessed
wings ! K. Hen . Now , by thy looks I guess thy message . Is the queen deliver'd ...
I'll not come back ; the tidings that I bring Will make my boldness manners . - Now
, good angels Fly o'er thy royal head , and fhade thy person Under their blessed
wings ! K. Hen . Now , by thy looks I guess thy message . Is the queen deliver'd ...
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If the king blame me for't , I'll lay ye all By the heels , and suddenly ; and on your
heads Clap round fines , for neglect : You are lazy knaves ; And here ye lie
baiting of bumbards , when Ye should do service . Hark , the trumpets found ;
They are ...
If the king blame me for't , I'll lay ye all By the heels , and suddenly ; and on your
heads Clap round fines , for neglect : You are lazy knaves ; And here ye lie
baiting of bumbards , when Ye should do service . Hark , the trumpets found ;
They are ...
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I'll call on you . All Lords . None so welcome . Tim . I take all and your several
visitations so kind to heart , ' tis not enough to give ; Methinks , I could deal
kingdoms to my friends , And ne'er be weary .-- Alcibiades , Thou art a soldier ,
therefore ...
I'll call on you . All Lords . None so welcome . Tim . I take all and your several
visitations so kind to heart , ' tis not enough to give ; Methinks , I could deal
kingdoms to my friends , And ne'er be weary .-- Alcibiades , Thou art a soldier ,
therefore ...
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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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