The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Том 4 |
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So , your Opioion is , Aufidius , That they of Rome are entred in our Counsels ,
And koow how we proceed . Auf . Is it not yours ? ** What ever hath been thought
on in this State That could be brought to bodily ad , e'er Rome Had
Circumvention ...
So , your Opioion is , Aufidius , That they of Rome are entred in our Counsels ,
And koow how we proceed . Auf . Is it not yours ? ** What ever hath been thought
on in this State That could be brought to bodily ad , e'er Rome Had
Circumvention ...
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Princes that strive by Fašions and by Friends , Ambitiously for Rule and Empery ;
Know , that the People of Rome , for whom we stand A special Party , have by
Common Voice , In Ele & tion for the Roman Empery , Chosen Andronicus , Sur ...
Princes that strive by Fašions and by Friends , Ambitiously for Rule and Empery ;
Know , that the People of Rome , for whom we stand A special Party , have by
Common Voice , In Ele & tion for the Roman Empery , Chosen Andronicus , Sur ...
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In Peace and Honour live Lord Titus long , My Noble Lord and Father , live in
Fame ; Lo at this Tomb my tributary Tears I render , for my Brethrens Obfequies :
And at chy Feet I kneel , with Tears of Joy , Shed on the Earth , for thy return to
Rome ...
In Peace and Honour live Lord Titus long , My Noble Lord and Father , live in
Fame ; Lo at this Tomb my tributary Tears I render , for my Brethrens Obfequies :
And at chy Feet I kneel , with Tears of Joy , Shed on the Earth , for thy return to
Rome ...
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It doth , my worthy Lord ; and inchis Match , I hold me highly honour'd of your
Grace : And here in light of Rome , to ... The wide World's Emperor , do I
Consecrate My Sword , my Chariot and my Pisoners , Presents well worthy
Rome's Imperial ...
It doth , my worthy Lord ; and inchis Match , I hold me highly honour'd of your
Grace : And here in light of Rome , to ... The wide World's Emperor , do I
Consecrate My Sword , my Chariot and my Pisoners , Presents well worthy
Rome's Imperial ...
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One fit to bandy with thy lawless Sons , To ruffle in the Common - wealth of Rome
. Tit . These Words are Razors to my wounded Heart . Sat. And therefore , lovely
Tamora , Queen of Goths , That like the stately Pbabe ' mongst her Nymphs ...
One fit to bandy with thy lawless Sons , To ruffle in the Common - wealth of Rome
. Tit . These Words are Razors to my wounded Heart . Sat. And therefore , lovely
Tamora , Queen of Goths , That like the stately Pbabe ' mongst her Nymphs ...
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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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