The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, Том 8 |
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Brother , give me thy hand ; and , gentle Warwick , Let me embrace thee in my
weary arms , I , that did never weep , now melt with woe ; That winter should cut
off our spring time fo . War . Away , away . Once more , sweet lords farewel . Cla .
Brother , give me thy hand ; and , gentle Warwick , Let me embrace thee in my
weary arms , I , that did never weep , now melt with woe ; That winter should cut
off our spring time fo . War . Away , away . Once more , sweet lords farewel . Cla .
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Warwick ! and set upon the guard ; who fly , crying , Arms ! Arms ! Warwick and
the rest following them . The drum beating , and trumpets founding . Enter
Warwick , Somerset , and the rest , bringing the King out in a gown , sitting in a
chair ...
Warwick ! and set upon the guard ; who fly , crying , Arms ! Arms ! Warwick and
the rest following them . The drum beating , and trumpets founding . Enter
Warwick , Somerset , and the rest , bringing the King out in a gown , sitting in a
chair ...
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And all those friends that deign to follow me . March . Enter Montgomery with
drum and soldiers . Glo . Brother , this is fir John Montgomery , Our trusty friend ,
unlefs I be deceiv'd . K. Edw . Welcome , fir John ; but why come you in arms ?
Mon.
And all those friends that deign to follow me . March . Enter Montgomery with
drum and soldiers . Glo . Brother , this is fir John Montgomery , Our trusty friend ,
unlefs I be deceiv'd . K. Edw . Welcome , fir John ; but why come you in arms ?
Mon.
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Tell him , when that our princely father York Bleft his three sons with his victorious
arm ... It cannot be , for he bewept my fortune , And hugg'd me in his arms , and
swore with sobs , That he would labour my delivery . 1 Vil . Why so he doth ...
Tell him , when that our princely father York Bleft his three sons with his victorious
arm ... It cannot be , for he bewept my fortune , And hugg'd me in his arms , and
swore with sobs , That he would labour my delivery . 1 Vil . Why so he doth ...
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My gracious fov'reign , now in Devonshire , As I by friends am very well
advertised , Sir Edmund Courtney , and the haughty prelate , Bishop of Exeter ,
his elder brother , With many more confed'rates , are in arms . Enter another
Messenger .
My gracious fov'reign , now in Devonshire , As I by friends am very well
advertised , Sir Edmund Courtney , and the haughty prelate , Bishop of Exeter ,
his elder brother , With many more confed'rates , are in arms . Enter another
Messenger .
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| Заглавие | The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, Том 8 The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Редактор | Samuel Johnson |
| Публикувана | 1771 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 3 юли 2007 |
| Експортиране на описанието | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |