The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, 2 tomasM'Carty & Davis, 1824 |
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... brother Abel , if thou wilt . Thy scarlet robes , as a child's bearing - cloth , Glo . I will not slay thee , but I'll drive thee back : I'll use , to carry thee out of this place . Win . Do what thou dar'st ; I beard thee to thy face ...
... brother Abel , if thou wilt . Thy scarlet robes , as a child's bearing - cloth , Glo . I will not slay thee , but I'll drive thee back : I'll use , to carry thee out of this place . Win . Do what thou dar'st ; I beard thee to thy face ...
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... brother Henry spend his youth , His valour , coin , and people , in the wars ? ' Did he so often lodge in open field , * In winter's cold , and summer's parching heat , * To conquer France , his true inheritance ? ' And did my brother ...
... brother Henry spend his youth , His valour , coin , and people , in the wars ? ' Did he so often lodge in open field , * In winter's cold , and summer's parching heat , * To conquer France , his true inheritance ? ' And did my brother ...
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... brother York , thy acts in Ireland , In bringing them to civil discipline ; Thy late exploits , done in the heart of France , When thou wert regent for our sovereign , Have made thee fear'd , and honour'd , of the people : - Join we ...
... brother York , thy acts in Ireland , In bringing them to civil discipline ; Thy late exploits , done in the heart of France , When thou wert regent for our sovereign , Have made thee fear'd , and honour'd , of the people : - Join we ...
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... brother are hard by with the king's forces . Cade . Stand , villain , stand , or I'll fell thee down : ' He shall be encountered with a man as good as himself : He is but a knight , is ' a ? ' Mich . No. Cade . To equal him , I will ...
... brother are hard by with the king's forces . Cade . Stand , villain , stand , or I'll fell thee down : ' He shall be encountered with a man as good as himself : He is but a knight , is ' a ? ' Mich . No. Cade . To equal him , I will ...
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... brother's death Hath given them heart and courage to proceed : All scholars , lawyers , courtiers , gentlemen , They call - false caterpillars , and intend their death . * K. Hen . O graceless men ! they know not what they do . Buck ...
... brother's death Hath given them heart and courage to proceed : All scholars , lawyers , courtiers , gentlemen , They call - false caterpillars , and intend their death . * K. Hen . O graceless men ! they know not what they do . Buck ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare Accurately Printed from ..., 2 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1837 |
The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare Accurately Printed from ..., 2 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1851 |
The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare Accurately Printed from ..., 2 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1824 |
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Achilles Ajax Antony Apem Apemantus art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæs Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace Guiderius hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shalt soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suff Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Timon tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
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