The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Том 4 |
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With this , my Lord , my self have nought to do . Glo . Naught to do with Mistress
Shore ? Il tell thee , Fellow , he that doth naught with her , ; Excepting one , were
best to do it secretly alone . Brak . What one , my Lord ? Glo . Her Husband ...
With this , my Lord , my self have nought to do . Glo . Naught to do with Mistress
Shore ? Il tell thee , Fellow , he that doth naught with her , ; Excepting one , were
best to do it secretly alone . Brak . What one , my Lord ? Glo . Her Husband ...
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My Lord , the Mayor of London comes to greet you . Enter Lord Mayor . Mayor .
God bless your Grace " with Health and Happy Days . Prince . I thank you , good
my Lord , and thank you all : I thought my Mother , and my Brother York , Would ...
My Lord , the Mayor of London comes to greet you . Enter Lord Mayor . Mayor .
God bless your Grace " with Health and Happy Days . Prince . I thank you , good
my Lord , and thank you all : I thought my Mother , and my Brother York , Would ...
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My Lord , my Lord . Haft . Who knocks Mes . One from the Lord Stanly . Hast .
What is't a Clock ? Mes . Upon the stroak of four . Enter Lord Hastings . Haft.
Cannot my Lord Stanly sleep these tedious Nights ? Mes . So it appears by what I
have to ...
My Lord , my Lord . Haft . Who knocks Mes . One from the Lord Stanly . Hast .
What is't a Clock ? Mes . Upon the stroak of four . Enter Lord Hastings . Haft.
Cannot my Lord Stanly sleep these tedious Nights ? Mes . So it appears by what I
have to ...
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Here is the Indi & tment of the good Lord Hastings , Which in a set Hand fairly is
engross'd , That it may be to Day read o'er in Paul's . And mark how well the
sequel hangs together : Eleven hours I have spent to write it over , For yesternight
by ...
Here is the Indi & tment of the good Lord Hastings , Which in a set Hand fairly is
engross'd , That it may be to Day read o'er in Paul's . And mark how well the
sequel hangs together : Eleven hours I have spent to write it over , For yesternight
by ...
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No , good my Lord , therefoie be patiert . Buck . Hastings , and Edward's Children
, Gray and Rivers , Holy King Henry , and thy fair Son Edward , Vanghan , and all
that have miscarried By under - hand corrupted foul Injustice , If that your ...
No , good my Lord , therefoie be patiert . Buck . Hastings , and Edward's Children
, Gray and Rivers , Holy King Henry , and thy fair Son Edward , Vanghan , and all
that have miscarried By under - hand corrupted foul Injustice , If that your ...
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Страница 1630 - Was ever woman in this humour woo'd ? Was ever woman in this humour won ? I'll have her, but I will not keep her long. What ! I, that kill'd her husband and his father, To take her in her heart's extremest hate ; With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, The bleeding witness of her hatred by ; Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me, And I no friends to back my suit withal, But the plain devil, and dissembling looks, And yet to win her, — all the world to nothing ! Ha!
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Страница 1776 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...
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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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