The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, Том 7H. Durell, 1818 |
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... live , my lord , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall Clarence too ; For they , that were your enemies , are his , And have prevail'd as much on him , as you . Hast ...
... live , my lord , to give them thanks , That were the cause of my imprisonment . Glo . No doubt , no doubt ; and so shall Clarence too ; For they , that were your enemies , are his , And have prevail'd as much on him , as you . Hast ...
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... live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven . I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep intent , Clarence hath ...
... live , I hope ; and must not die , Till George be pack'd with posthorse up to heaven . I'll in , to urge his hatred more to Clarence , With lies well steel'd with weighty arguments ; And , if I fail not in my deep intent , Clarence hath ...
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... lives ! If ever he have child , abortive be it , Prodigious , and untimely brought to light , • Whose ugly and unnatural aspect May fright the hopeful mother at the view ; And that be heir to his unhappiness !? If ever he have wife ...
... lives ! If ever he have child , abortive be it , Prodigious , and untimely brought to light , • Whose ugly and unnatural aspect May fright the hopeful mother at the view ; And that be heir to his unhappiness !? If ever he have wife ...
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... live one hour in your sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that ... lives , that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . Glo . Plantagenet . Anne . Why , that was he . Glo ...
... live one hour in your sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that ... lives , that loves you better than he could . Anne . Name him . Glo . Plantagenet . Anne . Why , that was he . Glo ...
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... false . Glo . Then man Was never true . Anne . Well , well , put up your sword . Glo . Say then , my peace is made . Anne . That shall you know Hereafter . Glo . But shall I live in hope ? Anne 20 ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
... false . Glo . Then man Was never true . Anne . Well , well , put up your sword . Glo . Say then , my peace is made . Anne . That shall you know Hereafter . Glo . But shall I live in hope ? Anne 20 ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
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Страница 169 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
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