The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Том 4 |
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So underneath the Belly of his Steeds , That stain'd their Fetlocks in his smoaking
Blood , The Noble Gentleman gave up the Ghoft . War . Then let the Earth be
drunken with our Blood ; I'll kill my Horse because I will not fly : Why stand we like
...
So underneath the Belly of his Steeds , That stain'd their Fetlocks in his smoaking
Blood , The Noble Gentleman gave up the Ghoft . War . Then let the Earth be
drunken with our Blood ; I'll kill my Horse because I will not fly : Why stand we like
...
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Sink Nder this thick grown brake we'll shrowd our felves ; For through this Laund
anon the Deer will come , And in this Covert will we make our stand , Culling the
principal of all the Deer . Hump . I'll stay above the Hill , so both may shoot , Sink
...
Sink Nder this thick grown brake we'll shrowd our felves ; For through this Laund
anon the Deer will come , And in this Covert will we make our stand , Culling the
principal of all the Deer . Hump . I'll stay above the Hill , so both may shoot , Sink
...
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K. Edw . Nay this way , Man , See where the Huntsmen stand . Now Brother of
Gloʻster , Lord Hastings and the rest , Stand you thus close to steal the Bithop's
Deer ? Glo . Brother the time and case requireth baste , Your Horse stands ready
at ...
K. Edw . Nay this way , Man , See where the Huntsmen stand . Now Brother of
Gloʻster , Lord Hastings and the rest , Stand you thus close to steal the Bithop's
Deer ? Glo . Brother the time and case requireth baste , Your Horse stands ready
at ...
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For I know Chere's none stands under more calumnious Tongues Than I my self ,
poor Man , King . Stand up , good Canterbury ; Thy Truth and thy Integrity is
rooted to us , thy Friend . ' Give me thy hand , stand up , Prithee let's walk . Now ,
by ...
For I know Chere's none stands under more calumnious Tongues Than I my self ,
poor Man , King . Stand up , good Canterbury ; Thy Truth and thy Integrity is
rooted to us , thy Friend . ' Give me thy hand , stand up , Prithee let's walk . Now ,
by ...
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You great Fellow , Stand close up , or I'll make your Head ake . ... Garter ,
Cranmer , Duke of Norfolk with his Marshals Staff , Duke of Suffolk , two
Noblemen , bearing great standing Bowls for the Christning Gifts ; Then four
Noblemen bearing a ...
You great Fellow , Stand close up , or I'll make your Head ake . ... Garter ,
Cranmer , Duke of Norfolk with his Marshals Staff , Duke of Suffolk , two
Noblemen , bearing great standing Bowls for the Christning Gifts ; Then four
Noblemen bearing a ...
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| Заглавие | The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Том 4 The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Издател | Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
| Оригиналът е от | Оксфордският университет |
| Цифровизирана на | 13 септ. 2007 |
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