Elizabethan Drama ..., Том 46P. F. Collier & son, 1910 |
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... gone toward Lambeth - there let them remain ! [ SCENE IV ] [ Exeunt . ] Exeunt . Enter [ LANCASTER , WARWICK , PEMBROKE , the Elder MORTIMER , Young MORTIMER , the ARCHBISHOP of CANTERBURY and Attend- ants ] Lan . Here is the form of ...
... gone toward Lambeth - there let them remain ! [ SCENE IV ] [ Exeunt . ] Exeunt . Enter [ LANCASTER , WARWICK , PEMBROKE , the Elder MORTIMER , Young MORTIMER , the ARCHBISHOP of CANTERBURY and Attend- ants ] Lan . Here is the form of ...
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... go . Enter EDMUND and QUEEN ISABELLA Q. Isab . Whither goes my lord ? K. Edw . Fawn not on me , French strumpet ! Get thee gone ! 4 Altered to " love " in Dodsley , & c . 5 Care . Q. Isab . On whom but on my husband should 20 MARLOWE.
... go . Enter EDMUND and QUEEN ISABELLA Q. Isab . Whither goes my lord ? K. Edw . Fawn not on me , French strumpet ! Get thee gone ! 4 Altered to " love " in Dodsley , & c . 5 Care . Q. Isab . On whom but on my husband should 20 MARLOWE.
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... gone . Y. Mor . Madam , how fares your grace ? Q. Isab . Ah , Mortimer ! now breaks the king's hate forth , And he confesseth that he loves me not . Y. Mor . Cry quittance , madam , then ; and love not him . Q. Isab . No , rather will I ...
... gone . Y. Mor . Madam , how fares your grace ? Q. Isab . Ah , Mortimer ! now breaks the king's hate forth , And he confesseth that he loves me not . Y. Mor . Cry quittance , madam , then ; and love not him . Q. Isab . No , rather will I ...
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... gone , and for his absence thus I mourn . Did never sorrow go so near my heart As doth the want of my sweet Gaveston ; And could my crown's revenue bring him back , I would freely give it to his enemies , And think I gain'd , having ...
... gone , and for his absence thus I mourn . Did never sorrow go so near my heart As doth the want of my sweet Gaveston ; And could my crown's revenue bring him back , I would freely give it to his enemies , And think I gain'd , having ...
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... gone , our swords shall purchase more . If ye be mov'd , revenge it as you can ; Look next to see us with our ensigns spread . Exit with Young MORTIMER . K. Edw . My swelling heart for very anger breaks ! How oft have I been baited by ...
... gone , our swords shall purchase more . If ye be mov'd , revenge it as you can ; Look next to see us with our ensigns spread . Exit with Young MORTIMER . K. Edw . My swelling heart for very anger breaks ! How oft have I been baited by ...
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