The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Том 4 |
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Now my Soul's Palace is become a Prison : Ah , would the break from hence ,
that this my Body Might in the Ground be closed up in ' rest ; For never henceforth
shall I joy again , Never , oh never shall I fee more joy . Rich . I cannot weep , for ...
Now my Soul's Palace is become a Prison : Ah , would the break from hence ,
that this my Body Might in the Ground be closed up in ' rest ; For never henceforth
shall I joy again , Never , oh never shall I fee more joy . Rich . I cannot weep , for ...
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Brother , Give me thy Hand , and gentle Warwick , Let me embrace thee in my
weary Arms : I that did never weep , now melt with woe , That Winter should cut
off our Spring - time fo . War . Away , away : Once more , sweet Lords , farewel .
Cla .
Brother , Give me thy Hand , and gentle Warwick , Let me embrace thee in my
weary Arms : I that did never weep , now melt with woe , That Winter should cut
off our Spring - time fo . War . Away , away : Once more , sweet Lords , farewel .
Cla .
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Never came Poisón from so sweet Place . Anne . Never hung Poison on a fouler
Toad . Out of my Sight , thou dost infe & mine Eyes . Glo . Thine Eyes , sweet
Lady , have infe & ed mine . Anne . Would they were Balilisks , to strike thee dead
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Never came Poisón from so sweet Place . Anne . Never hung Poison on a fouler
Toad . Out of my Sight , thou dost infe & mine Eyes . Glo . Thine Eyes , sweet
Lady , have infe & ed mine . Anne . Would they were Balilisks , to strike thee dead
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Was never Widow had so dear a Loss . Chile Were never Orphans had so dear a
Lols . Dutch . Was never Mother had so dear a loss , Alas ! I am the Mother of
these Griefs , Their Woes are parceli'd , mine is general . She for an Edward
weeps ...
Was never Widow had so dear a Loss . Chile Were never Orphans had so dear a
Lols . Dutch . Was never Mother had so dear a loss , Alas ! I am the Mother of
these Griefs , Their Woes are parceli'd , mine is general . She for an Edward
weeps ...
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When I came hither , I was Lord High Constable , And Duke of Buckingham į now
, poor Edward Bohun ; Yet I am richer than my base Accusers , That never knew
what Truth meant : I now seal it ; And with that Blood will make ' em one Day ...
When I came hither , I was Lord High Constable , And Duke of Buckingham į now
, poor Edward Bohun ; Yet I am richer than my base Accusers , That never knew
what Truth meant : I now seal it ; And with that Blood will make ' em one Day ...
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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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