The Works: Of Shakespear. In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton, and Dodd, are Pointed Out. Together with the Author's Life; a Glossary; Copious Indexes; and a List of the Various Readings. In Eight Volumes, 5 tomasA. Donaldson, and sold at his shop, London; and at Edinburgh, 1771 |
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... son , Duke of Clarence , from whose I claim the crown , had iffue Philippe , a daughter , [ line Who married Edmond Mortimer , Earl of March . Edmond had iffue ; Roger earl of March Roger had iffue ; Edmond , Anne , and Eleanor . Sal ...
... son , Duke of Clarence , from whose I claim the crown , had iffue Philippe , a daughter , [ line Who married Edmond Mortimer , Earl of March . Edmond had iffue ; Roger earl of March Roger had iffue ; Edmond , Anne , and Eleanor . Sal ...
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... Sons , peace . K. Henry . Peace thou , and give King Henry leave to speak . War . Plantagenet fhall speak firft : hear him , Lords , And be you filent and attentive too ; For he that interrupts him , fhall not live . [ throne , K. Henry ...
... Sons , peace . K. Henry . Peace thou , and give King Henry leave to speak . War . Plantagenet fhall speak firft : hear him , Lords , And be you filent and attentive too ; For he that interrupts him , fhall not live . [ throne , K. Henry ...
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... Son that had kill'd bis Fathers A A Son . Ill blows the wind that profits no body.- This man , whom hand to hand I flew in fight , O May be poffeffed with fome store of crowns And I that haply take them from him now , May yet , ere ...
... Son that had kill'd bis Fathers A A Son . Ill blows the wind that profits no body.- This man , whom hand to hand I flew in fight , O May be poffeffed with fome store of crowns And I that haply take them from him now , May yet , ere ...
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... Son . Was ever fon fo ru'd a father's death ! Fath . Was ever father fo bemoan'd his fon ! K. Henry . Was ever King fo griev'd for fubjects ' woe ! Much is your forrow , mine ten times fo much . Son . I'll bear thee hence , where I may ...
... Son . Was ever fon fo ru'd a father's death ! Fath . Was ever father fo bemoan'd his fon ! K. Henry . Was ever King fo griev'd for fubjects ' woe ! Much is your forrow , mine ten times fo much . Son . I'll bear thee hence , where I may ...
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... Son Edward , fhe is fair and virtuous ; Therefore delay not , give thy hand to Warwick , And , with thy hand , thy faith irrevocable , That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine . Prince . Yes , I accept her , for fhe well deferves it ...
... Son Edward , fhe is fair and virtuous ; Therefore delay not , give thy hand to Warwick , And , with thy hand , thy faith irrevocable , That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine . Prince . Yes , I accept her , for fhe well deferves it ...
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The Works of Shakespear– In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., 5 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1769 |
The Works of Shakespear– In which the Beauties Observed by Pope, Warburton ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1771 |
“The” Works of Shakespear– In which the Beauties Observed by Pope ..., 5 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1753 |
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againſt Anne art thou blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catef caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience coufin crown curfe death doft doth Duch Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fubject fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Grace gracious Haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n Highnefs himſelf honour houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry Lady live Lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reafon reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak ſtand Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe unto Warwick whofe wife
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