The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Том 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... Eyes fhall never close . This is the Palace of the fearful King , And this the Regal Seat ; poffefs it York , For this is thine , and not King Henry's Heirs . York . Affift me then , fweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have ...
... Eyes fhall never close . This is the Palace of the fearful King , And this the Regal Seat ; poffefs it York , For this is thine , and not King Henry's Heirs . York . Affift me then , fweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have ...
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... Eyes ? I'll open them . " Rut . So looks the pent - up Lyon o'er the wretch , That trembles under his devouring Paws : And fo he walks , infulting o'er his Prey , And fo he comes to rend his Limbs afunder . Ah , gentle Clifford , kill ...
... Eyes ? I'll open them . " Rut . So looks the pent - up Lyon o'er the wretch , That trembles under his devouring Paws : And fo he walks , infulting o'er his Prey , And fo he comes to rend his Limbs afunder . Ah , gentle Clifford , kill ...
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... Eyes to Heav'n , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? what ! Multitudes and fear ? Clif . So Cowards fight when they can fly no farther , So Doves do peck the Falcons piercing Talons , So defperate Thieves ...
... Eyes to Heav'n , Scorning whate'er you can afflict me with . Why come you not ? what ! Multitudes and fear ? Clif . So Cowards fight when they can fly no farther , So Doves do peck the Falcons piercing Talons , So defperate Thieves ...
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... Eyes can water for his Death , I give thee this to dry thy Cheeks withal . Alas , poor Tork , but that I hate thee deadly , I fhould lament thy miferable State . I prithee grieve , to make me merry , Tork . What , hath thy fiery Heart ...
... Eyes can water for his Death , I give thee this to dry thy Cheeks withal . Alas , poor Tork , but that I hate thee deadly , I fhould lament thy miferable State . I prithee grieve , to make me merry , Tork . What , hath thy fiery Heart ...
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... Eyes withal , And yet be feen to wear a Woman's Face ? Women are foft , mild , pitiful and flexible ; Thou ftern , obdurate , flinty , rough , remorfele fs . Bidft thou me rage ? why now thou haft thy with . Would't have me weep ? why ...
... Eyes withal , And yet be feen to wear a Woman's Face ? Women are foft , mild , pitiful and flexible ; Thou ftern , obdurate , flinty , rough , remorfele fs . Bidft thou me rage ? why now thou haft thy with . Would't have me weep ? why ...
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