The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Том 4 |
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Ob , Ned , sweet Ned , speak to thy Mother , Boy . Can'it thou not speak ? O
Traitors , Murderers ! They that stabbid Cefar , shed no Blood at all , Did not
offend , nor were not worthy Blame , If this foul Deed were by , to equal it . He was
a Man ...
Ob , Ned , sweet Ned , speak to thy Mother , Boy . Can'it thou not speak ? O
Traitors , Murderers ! They that stabbid Cefar , shed no Blood at all , Did not
offend , nor were not worthy Blame , If this foul Deed were by , to equal it . He was
a Man ...
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... of Steel falls on me , Make of your Prayers one sweet Sacrifice , And lift my
Soul to Heav'n . Lead on a God's Name . Lov . I do beseech your Grace for
Charity , If ever any malice in your Heart Were hid against me , now to forgive me
frankly .
... of Steel falls on me , Make of your Prayers one sweet Sacrifice , And lift my
Soul to Heav'n . Lead on a God's Name . Lov . I do beseech your Grace for
Charity , If ever any malice in your Heart Were hid against me , now to forgive me
frankly .
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You speak your fair pleasure , sweet Queen : fair Prince , here is good broken
Mufick .. Par . You have broken it , Cousin , and by my Life you fhall make it whole
again , you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance . Nel , he is full of ...
You speak your fair pleasure , sweet Queen : fair Prince , here is good broken
Mufick .. Par . You have broken it , Cousin , and by my Life you fhall make it whole
again , you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance . Nel , he is full of ...
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Is this the Generation of Love ? Hot Blood , hot | Thoughts , and hot Deeds ? why
they are Vipers , Is Laye a Generation of Vipers ? Sweet Lord , who's afield to
Day ? Par . Hector , Deiphobus , Helenus ; Anthenor , and all the gallantry of Troy
.
Is this the Generation of Love ? Hot Blood , hot | Thoughts , and hot Deeds ? why
they are Vipers , Is Laye a Generation of Vipers ? Sweet Lord , who's afield to
Day ? Par . Hector , Deiphobus , Helenus ; Anthenor , and all the gallantry of Troy
.
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Good Night , sweet Lord Menelaus . Ther . Sweet Draught ---- [ weet quoth a ---
sweet Sink , sweet Sewer . Achil . Good Night , and welcome , both at once , to
those that go or tarry . Aga . Good Night . Achil . Old Nestor tarries , and you too ...
Good Night , sweet Lord Menelaus . Ther . Sweet Draught ---- [ weet quoth a ---
sweet Sink , sweet Sewer . Achil . Good Night , and welcome , both at once , to
those that go or tarry . Aga . Good Night . Achil . Old Nestor tarries , and you too ...
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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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