The Ancient British Drama ...Walter Scott W. Miller, 1810 - 614 psl. |
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Abig Alex Amor Apel Aristippus Barabas Ben Jonson Bonam brest Campaspe cham Chat court Crom crowns Damon death Diccon Dionisius Dond doth Dr Rat Duke edit Enter Eubulus Euphues Exeunt Exit faith farewell father fear Ferrex Friar Gammer Gaveston gentlemen Gorboduc grace Grimme Grut hand hart hath hear heart heaven Hodge honour Itha Ithamore Jacke king knave lady Leucoth live lord lord Cobham Lucy madam Manes master master constable Morel Mortimer neele never night noble PALLATINE pardon Pert Phil Philocles Pithias Poly POLYMETES Porrex pray prince Psyl Queen Shal shew Sir John sir John Oldcastle Sir Rad sonne soul speak stay Steph sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou shalt Thwack Timoclea unto William Davenant wold word wyll
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