The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Том 4 |
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Keep thou the Napkin , and go boast of this , And if thou cell'ft the heavy Story
right , Upon my Soul , the Hearers will Thed Tears : Yea , even my Foes will shed
faft - falling Tears , And say , alas , it was a piteous Deed . There take the Crown ...
Keep thou the Napkin , and go boast of this , And if thou cell'ft the heavy Story
right , Upon my Soul , the Hearers will Thed Tears : Yea , even my Foes will shed
faft - falling Tears , And say , alas , it was a piteous Deed . There take the Crown ...
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Adorn'd with Cuts William Shakespeare ! Is kindling Coals that file up all my
Breast , And burn me up with Flames , thac Tears would quench . To weep , is to
make less the depth of Grief : Tears then for Babes ; Blows and Revenge for me .
Adorn'd with Cuts William Shakespeare ! Is kindling Coals that file up all my
Breast , And burn me up with Flames , thac Tears would quench . To weep , is to
make less the depth of Grief : Tears then for Babes ; Blows and Revenge for me .
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One hour's Storm will drown the fragrant Meads , What will whole Months of
Tears thy Father's Eyes ? Do not draw back , for we will mourn with thee : Oh
could our Mourning ease thy Misery . [ Exeune , 3 Tit . , 1 A C T III . SCENE I.
Enter the ...
One hour's Storm will drown the fragrant Meads , What will whole Months of
Tears thy Father's Eyes ? Do not draw back , for we will mourn with thee : Oh
could our Mourning ease thy Misery . [ Exeune , 3 Tit . , 1 A C T III . SCENE I.
Enter the ...
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What shall I do , Now I behold thy lively Body so i Thou hast no Hands to wipe
away thy Tears , Nor Tongue to tell me who hath martyid thee ; Thy Husband he
is dead , and for his Death Thy Brothers are condemn'd , and dead by this .
What shall I do , Now I behold thy lively Body so i Thou hast no Hands to wipe
away thy Tears , Nor Tongue to tell me who hath martyid thee ; Thy Husband he
is dead , and for his Death Thy Brothers are condemn'd , and dead by this .
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Come , let's fall too , and gentle Girl eat this , Here is no Drink : Hark , Marcus ,
what she says , I can interpret all her martyrd Signs , She says , she drinks no
other Drink but Tears , Brew'd with her Sorrows , melh'd upon her Cheeks .
Come , let's fall too , and gentle Girl eat this , Here is no Drink : Hark , Marcus ,
what she says , I can interpret all her martyrd Signs , She says , she drinks no
other Drink but Tears , Brew'd with her Sorrows , melh'd upon her Cheeks .
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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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