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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... fight it out , and not ftand cavilling thus . RICH . Sound drums and trumpets , and the king will fly . YORK . Sons , peace , K. HEN . Peace thou , and give king Henry leave to fpeak . WAR . Plantagenet shall speak firft ; hear him ...
... fight it out , and not ftand cavilling thus . RICH . Sound drums and trumpets , and the king will fly . YORK . Sons , peace , K. HEN . Peace thou , and give king Henry leave to fpeak . WAR . Plantagenet shall speak firft ; hear him ...
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... fight in thy defence ; May that ground gape , and fwallow me alive , Where I shall kneel to him , that flew my father ! K. HEN . Oh Clifford how thy words revive my heart ! YORK . Henry of Lancaster , refign thy crown : What mutter you ...
... fight in thy defence ; May that ground gape , and fwallow me alive , Where I shall kneel to him , that flew my father ! K. HEN . Oh Clifford how thy words revive my heart ! YORK . Henry of Lancaster , refign thy crown : What mutter you ...
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... fight of any of the house of York Is as a fury to torinent my foul , And till I root out their accurfed line , And leave not one alive , I live in hell . Therefore [ Lifting his hand . RUT . O let me pray before I take my death . -To ...
... fight of any of the house of York Is as a fury to torinent my foul , And till I root out their accurfed line , And leave not one alive , I live in hell . Therefore [ Lifting his hand . RUT . O let me pray before I take my death . -To ...
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... fight out : And full as oft came Edward to my fide , With purple falchion painted to the hilt In blood of those that had encounter'd him : And when the hardiest warriors did retire , Richard cry'd , charge ! and give no foot of ground ...
... fight out : And full as oft came Edward to my fide , With purple falchion painted to the hilt In blood of those that had encounter'd him : And when the hardiest warriors did retire , Richard cry'd , charge ! and give no foot of ground ...
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... fight , when they can fly no further ; So doves do peck the faulcon's piercing talons ; So defperate thieves , all hopeless of their lives , Breathe out invectives ' gainst the officers . YORK . Oh Clifford , but bethink thee once again ...
... fight , when they can fly no further ; So doves do peck the faulcon's piercing talons ; So defperate thieves , all hopeless of their lives , Breathe out invectives ' gainst the officers . YORK . Oh Clifford , but bethink thee once again ...
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