The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Том 4 |
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1 Murd . Ho ! who ' s here : Brak . What would ' st thou , fellow ! and how cam ' st
thou hither ? 1 Murd . I would speak with Clarence , and I came hither on my legs
. Brak . What , so brief ? 2 Murd . O , sir , ' tis better to be brief than tedious :Let ...
1 Murd . Ho ! who ' s here : Brak . What would ' st thou , fellow ! and how cam ' st
thou hither ? 1 Murd . I would speak with Clarence , and I came hither on my legs
. Brak . What , so brief ? 2 Murd . O , sir , ' tis better to be brief than tedious :Let ...
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2 Murd . So I am , to let him live . i Murd . I ' ll back to the duke of Gloster , and tell
him so . · 2 Murd . Nay , I pr ' ythee , stay a little : I hope , this holy humour of mine
will change ; it was wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty . 1 Murd .
2 Murd . So I am , to let him live . i Murd . I ' ll back to the duke of Gloster , and tell
him so . · 2 Murd . Nay , I pr ' ythee , stay a little : I hope , this holy humour of mine
will change ; it was wont to hold me but while one would tell twenty . 1 Murd .
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1 Murd . ' Zounds , it is even now at my elbow , persuading me not to kill the duke
. 2 Murd . Take the devil in thy mind , and believe bim not : he would insinuate
with thee , but to make thee sigh . 1 Murd . I am strong - fram ' d , he cannot
prevail ...
1 Murd . ' Zounds , it is even now at my elbow , persuading me not to kill the duke
. 2 Murd . Take the devil in thy mind , and believe bim not : he would insinuate
with thee , but to make thee sigh . 1 Murd . I am strong - fram ' d , he cannot
prevail ...
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Both Murd . To , to , to , Clar . To murder me ? Both Murd . Ay , ay . Clar . You
scarcely have the hearts to tell me so , And therefore cannot have the hearts to do
it . Wherein , my friends , have I offended you ? i Murd . Offended us you have not
...
Both Murd . To , to , to , Clar . To murder me ? Both Murd . Ay , ay . Clar . You
scarcely have the hearts to tell me so , And therefore cannot have the hearts to do
it . Wherein , my friends , have I offended you ? i Murd . Offended us you have not
...
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2 Murd . You are deceiv ' d , your brother Gloster hates you . Clar . O , no ; he
loves me , and he holds me dear : Go you to him from me . Both Murd . Ay , so we
will . Clar . Tell him , when that our princely father York Bless ' d his three sons
with ...
2 Murd . You are deceiv ' d , your brother Gloster hates you . Clar . O , no ; he
loves me , and he holds me dear : Go you to him from me . Both Murd . Ay , so we
will . Clar . Tell him , when that our princely father York Bless ' d his three sons
with ...
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| Заглавие | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Том 4 The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Издател | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 27 Дек 2006 |
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