The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: King Richard III. King Henry VIII. Timon of Athens |
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Thy voice is thunder , but thy looks are humble . 1 Murd . My voice is now the
king's , my looks mine own . Clar . How darkly , and how deadly dost thou speak !
Your eyes do menace me : Why look you pale ? , Who sent you hither ?
Wherefore ...
Thy voice is thunder , but thy looks are humble . 1 Murd . My voice is now the
king's , my looks mine own . Clar . How darkly , and how deadly dost thou speak !
Your eyes do menace me : Why look you pale ? , Who sent you hither ?
Wherefore ...
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Marry , that with no man here he is offended ; For , were he , he had nown it in his
looks . ... Then be your eyes the witness of their evil , Look how I am bewitch'd ;
behold , mine arm Is , like a blasted sapling , wither'd up : And this is Edward's ...
Marry , that with no man here he is offended ; For , were he , he had nown it in his
looks . ... Then be your eyes the witness of their evil , Look how I am bewitch'd ;
behold , mine arm Is , like a blasted sapling , wither'd up : And this is Edward's ...
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Three times to - day my foot - cloth horse did stumble , And startled , when he
look'd upon the Tower , As loath to bear me to the slaughter - house . O , now I
want the priest that spake to me : I now repent I told the pursuivant , As too
triumphing ...
Three times to - day my foot - cloth horse did stumble , And startled , when he
look'd upon the Tower , As loath to bear me to the slaughter - house . O , now I
want the priest that spake to me : I now repent I told the pursuivant , As too
triumphing ...
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Tut , I can counterfeit the deep tragedian ; Speak , and look back , and pry on
every side , Tremble and start at wagging of a Itraw , Intending deep fufpicion :
ghastly looks Are at my fervice , like enforced smiles ; And both are ready in their
...
Tut , I can counterfeit the deep tragedian ; Speak , and look back , and pry on
every side , Tremble and start at wagging of a Itraw , Intending deep fufpicion :
ghastly looks Are at my fervice , like enforced smiles ; And both are ready in their
...
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You cannot make grofs sins look clear ; To revenge is no valour , but to bear .
Alcib . My lords , then , under favour , pardon me , If I speak like a captain.Why do
fond men expose themselves to battle , And not endure all threatnings ? sleep ...
You cannot make grofs sins look clear ; To revenge is no valour , but to bear .
Alcib . My lords , then , under favour , pardon me , If I speak like a captain.Why do
fond men expose themselves to battle , And not endure all threatnings ? sleep ...
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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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