The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Some fudden qualm hath ftruck me to the heart , And dimm'd mine eyes , that I can read no further . K. Henry . Uncle of Winchefter , I pray , read on . Car . Item , That the Dutchies of Anjou and Maine ball be releafed and delivered to ...
... Some fudden qualm hath ftruck me to the heart , And dimm'd mine eyes , that I can read no further . K. Henry . Uncle of Winchefter , I pray , read on . Car . Item , That the Dutchies of Anjou and Maine ball be releafed and delivered to ...
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... some reason , Buckingham , Why Somerfet fhould be preferr'd in this . Q. Mar. Because the King forfooth will have it so . Glou . Madam , the King is old enough himself To give his cenfure : these are no woman's matters . Q. Mar. If he ...
... some reason , Buckingham , Why Somerfet fhould be preferr'd in this . Q. Mar. Because the King forfooth will have it so . Glou . Madam , the King is old enough himself To give his cenfure : these are no woman's matters . Q. Mar. If he ...
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... Some violent hands were laid on Humobry's life : If my fufpect be falfe , forgive me , God ! For judgment only doth belong to thee , go to chafe his paly lips Fain would With twenty thousand kiffes , and to drain Upon his face an ocean ...
... Some violent hands were laid on Humobry's life : If my fufpect be falfe , forgive me , God ! For judgment only doth belong to thee , go to chafe his paly lips Fain would With twenty thousand kiffes , and to drain Upon his face an ocean ...
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... Some ftern untutor'd churl ; and noble stock Was graft with crab - tree flip , whose fruit thou art , And never of the Nevills ' noble race . War . But that the guilt of murther bucklers thee , And I should rob the death's - man of his ...
... Some ftern untutor'd churl ; and noble stock Was graft with crab - tree flip , whose fruit thou art , And never of the Nevills ' noble race . War . But that the guilt of murther bucklers thee , And I should rob the death's - man of his ...
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... Some fay the bee ftings , but I fay ' tis bees wax ; for I did but seal once to a thing , and I never was my own man fince . How now ? who is there ? Enter a Clerk . Wear . The clerk of Chatham ; he can write and read , and caft accompt ...
... Some fay the bee ftings , but I fay ' tis bees wax ; for I did but seal once to a thing , and I never was my own man fince . How now ? who is there ? Enter a Clerk . Wear . The clerk of Chatham ; he can write and read , and caft accompt ...
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