The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, 4 tomasH. Lintott, 1740 |
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... ; Shorten my days thou canft with fullen forrow , And pluck nights from me , but not lend a morrow ; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age , But But ftop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage ; Thy word King RICHARD II . 19.
... ; Shorten my days thou canft with fullen forrow , And pluck nights from me , but not lend a morrow ; Thou canst help time to furrow me with age , But But ftop no wrinkle in his pilgrimage ; Thy word King RICHARD II . 19.
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... morrow then enfue to day ; Be not thy felf . For how art thou a King , But by fair fequence and fucceffion ? - If you do wrongfully feize Hereford's Right , Call in his letters patents that he hath , By his attorneys - general to fue ...
... morrow then enfue to day ; Be not thy felf . For how art thou a King , But by fair fequence and fucceffion ? - If you do wrongfully feize Hereford's Right , Call in his letters patents that he hath , By his attorneys - general to fue ...
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... morrow next We will for Ireland ; and ' tis time , I trow . And we create , in absence of our self , Our uncle York Lord - governor of England : For he is juft , and always lov'd us well . Come on , our Queen ; to morrow muft we part ...
... morrow next We will for Ireland ; and ' tis time , I trow . And we create , in absence of our self , Our uncle York Lord - governor of England : For he is juft , and always lov'd us well . Come on , our Queen ; to morrow muft we part ...
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... morrow , Jack ? Fal . Where thou wilt , lad , I'll make one ; an I do not , call me villain , and baffle me . P. Henry . I fee a good amendment of life in thee , from praying to purse - taking . ( 4 ) Fal . Why , Hal , ' tis my vocation ...
... morrow , Jack ? Fal . Where thou wilt , lad , I'll make one ; an I do not , call me villain , and baffle me . P. Henry . I fee a good amendment of life in thee , from praying to purse - taking . ( 4 ) Fal . Why , Hal , ' tis my vocation ...
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... morrow , Ned . Poins . Good morrow , fweet Hal . What fays Mon- fieur Remorfe ? what fays Sir John Sack and Sugar ? Jack ! how agree the devil and thou about thy foul , that thou foldelt him on Good - Friday laft , for a cup of Madera ...
... morrow , Ned . Poins . Good morrow , fweet Hal . What fays Mon- fieur Remorfe ? what fays Sir John Sack and Sugar ? Jack ! how agree the devil and thou about thy foul , that thou foldelt him on Good - Friday laft , for a cup of Madera ...
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The Works of Shakespeare– Collated with the Oldest Copies, and ..., 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1773 |
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