The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, 2 tomasM'Carty & Davis, 1824 |
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... look , like drowned mice . Reig . Let's raise the siege ; Why live we idly here ? Talbot is taken , whom we wont to ... looks are sad , your cheer appall'd ; Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence ? Be not dismay'd , for ...
... look , like drowned mice . Reig . Let's raise the siege ; Why live we idly here ? Talbot is taken , whom we wont to ... looks are sad , your cheer appall'd ; Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence ? Be not dismay'd , for ...
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... look in , the sight will much delight thee. Sir Thomas Gargrave , and sir William Glansdale , M. Gun . Sirrah , thou know'st how Orleans is Let me have your express opinions , besieg'd ; And how the English have the suburbs won . Son ...
... look in , the sight will much delight thee. Sir Thomas Gargrave , and sir William Glansdale , M. Gun . Sirrah , thou know'st how Orleans is Let me have your express opinions , besieg'd ; And how the English have the suburbs won . Son ...
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... Look to it well ; and say you are well warn'd . Som . Ay , thou shalt find us ready for thee still : And know us , by these colours , for thy foes ; For these my friends , in spite of thee , shall wear . Plan . And , by my soul , this ...
... Look to it well ; and say you are well warn'd . Som . Ay , thou shalt find us ready for thee still : And know us , by these colours , for thy foes ; For these my friends , in spite of thee , shall wear . Plan . And , by my soul , this ...
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... Look on thy country , look on fertile France , And see the cities and the towns defac'd By wasting ruin of the cruel foe ! As looks the mother on her lowly babe , When death doth close his tender dying eyes , See , see , the pining ...
... Look on thy country , look on fertile France , And see the cities and the towns defac'd By wasting ruin of the cruel foe ! As looks the mother on her lowly babe , When death doth close his tender dying eyes , See , see , the pining ...
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... look unto the main . War . Unto the main ! O father , Maine is lost ; That Maine , which by main force Warwick did win * And would have kept , so long as breath did last : Main chance , father , you meant ; but I meant Maine ; Which I ...
... look unto the main . War . Unto the main ! O father , Maine is lost ; That Maine , which by main force Warwick did win * And would have kept , so long as breath did last : Main chance , father , you meant ; but I meant Maine ; Which I ...
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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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