The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a memoir and essay on his genius by Barry Cornwall: also annotations and remarks by many writers, illustr. with engr. from designs by K. Meadows, 3 tomas |
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... hour , by night or day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away . Eli . The very spirit of Plantaganet ! — I am thy grandame , Richard : call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance , but not by truth . What though ? Something about , a little ...
... hour , by night or day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away . Eli . The very spirit of Plantaganet ! — I am thy grandame , Richard : call me so . Bast . Madam , by chance , but not by truth . What though ? Something about , a little ...
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... hour within this hour . Bast . Old time the clock - setter , that bald sex- ton , time , Is it as he will ? well then , France shall rue . Blanch . The sun's o'ercast with blood : fair day , adieu ! Which is the side that I must go ...
... hour within this hour . Bast . Old time the clock - setter , that bald sex- ton , time , Is it as he will ? well then , France shall rue . Blanch . The sun's o'ercast with blood : fair day , adieu ! Which is the side that I must go ...
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... hour , One minute , nay , one quiet breath of rest . A sceptre , snatched with an unruly hand , Must be as boisterously maintained as gained : And he that stands upon a slippery place , Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up . That ...
... hour , One minute , nay , one quiet breath of rest . A sceptre , snatched with an unruly hand , Must be as boisterously maintained as gained : And he that stands upon a slippery place , Makes nice of no vile hold to stay him up . That ...
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... hour since I left him well . I honoured him ; I loved him ; and will weep My date of life out , for his sweet life's loss . Sal . Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes . For villany is not without such rheum ; And he , long traded ...
... hour since I left him well . I honoured him ; I loved him ; and will weep My date of life out , for his sweet life's loss . Sal . Trust not those cunning waters of his eyes . For villany is not without such rheum ; And he , long traded ...
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... hour ten . Gaunt . Call it a travel that thou tak'st for plea- sure . Boling . My heart will sigh when I miscall it ... hours , And added years to his short banishment , He should have had a volume of farewells : But since it would not ...
... hour ten . Gaunt . Call it a travel that thou tak'st for plea- sure . Boling . My heart will sigh when I miscall it ... hours , And added years to his short banishment , He should have had a volume of farewells : But since it would not ...
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The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a ..., 2 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1843 |
The works of Shakspere, revised from the best authorities: with a ..., 1 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1843 |
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Alarums arms art thou Bardolph bear blood Boling breath brother Buck Buckingham Cade canst Clarence cousin crown dead death dost doth Duch Duke Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear foul France friends Gent gentle give Gloster Goths grace grief hand hath head hear heart heaven Holinshed honour house of York Jack Cade KING HENRY lady live look lord Lord Hastings lord of Westmorland madam majesty ne'er never night noble Northumberland peace Pericles Pist Poins poor pray prince Queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE shame shew Sir John soldiers Somerset sorrow soul speak Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought thyself tongue traitor uncle unto Warwick weep wilt words York
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