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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Putting a paper crown on his head , Ay , marry , sir , now looks he like a king : Ay ,
this is he that took king Henry's chair ; And this is he , was his adopted heir . And
how is it , that great Plantagenet Is crown'd so soon , and broke his folemn oath ...
Putting a paper crown on his head , Ay , marry , sir , now looks he like a king : Ay ,
this is he that took king Henry's chair ; And this is he , was his adopted heir . And
how is it , that great Plantagenet Is crown'd so soon , and broke his folemn oath ...
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... to win the day ;, So that we fled , the king , unto the queen ; Lord George your
brother , Norfolk and myself , In haste , post - haste , are come to join with you ;
For in the marches here we heard you were , Making another head to fight again .
... to win the day ;, So that we fled , the king , unto the queen ; Lord George your
brother , Norfolk and myself , In haste , post - haste , are come to join with you ;
For in the marches here we heard you were , Making another head to fight again .
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Oh , Marg'rėt , Marg'ret , now thy heavy curse Is lighted on poor Hastings '
wretched head . Cat . Come , come , dispatch . The duke would be at Make a
short shrift ; he longs to see your head . [ dinner , HAST , O momentary grace of
mortal men ...
Oh , Marg'rėt , Marg'ret , now thy heavy curse Is lighted on poor Hastings '
wretched head . Cat . Come , come , dispatch . The duke would be at Make a
short shrift ; he longs to see your head . [ dinner , HAST , O momentary grace of
mortal men ...
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That high All - feer , which I dallied with , Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my
head , And giv'n in earnest , what I beg'a in jeft . Thus doth he force the swords of
wicked men To turn their own points on their masters ' bofoms . " Thus Marg'ret's ...
That high All - feer , which I dallied with , Hath turn'd my feigned prayer on my
head , And giv'n in earnest , what I beg'a in jeft . Thus doth he force the swords of
wicked men To turn their own points on their masters ' bofoms . " Thus Marg'ret's ...
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Draw , archers , draw your arrows to the head ; Spur your proud horses hard ,
and ride in blood , Amaze the welķin with your broken staves ! Enter a Messenger
. What says lord Stanley , will he bring his power ? MEs . My lord he doth deny to
...
Draw , archers , draw your arrows to the head ; Spur your proud horses hard ,
and ride in blood , Amaze the welķin with your broken staves ! Enter a Messenger
. What says lord Stanley , will he bring his power ? MEs . My lord he doth deny to
...
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