The Plays of William Shakspeare ...C. Bathurst, 1785 |
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... SONS , T. PAYNE and SoN , L. DAVIS , W. OWEN , B. WHITE and SON , T. LONGMAN , B. LAW , T. BOWLES , J. JOHNSON , C. DILLY , J. ROBSON , G. G. J. and J. ROBINSON , T. CADELL , H. L. GARDNER , J. NICHOLS , J. BEW , W. STUART , R. BALDWIN ...
... SONS , T. PAYNE and SoN , L. DAVIS , W. OWEN , B. WHITE and SON , T. LONGMAN , B. LAW , T. BOWLES , J. JOHNSON , C. DILLY , J. ROBSON , G. G. J. and J. ROBINSON , T. CADELL , H. L. GARDNER , J. NICHOLS , J. BEW , W. STUART , R. BALDWIN ...
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... son propre vomissement , & la truie lavée au bourbier : thou mak'ft use of any thing . Con . Yet do I not ufe my horfe for my mistress ; or any fuch proverb , fo little kin to the purpose . Ram . My lord conftable , the armour , that I ...
... son propre vomissement , & la truie lavée au bourbier : thou mak'ft use of any thing . Con . Yet do I not ufe my horfe for my mistress ; or any fuch proverb , fo little kin to the purpose . Ram . My lord conftable , the armour , that I ...
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... Son . And this is mine ; Sweet Henry , favour him ! K. Henry . Be patient , lords , and give them leave to fpeak- Say , gentlemen , What makes you thus exclaim ? And wherefore crave you combat ? or with whom ? Ver . With him , my lord ...
... Son . And this is mine ; Sweet Henry , favour him ! K. Henry . Be patient , lords , and give them leave to fpeak- Say , gentlemen , What makes you thus exclaim ? And wherefore crave you combat ? or with whom ? Ver . With him , my lord ...
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... sons : The firft , Edward the Black Prince , prince of Wales ; The second , William of Hatfield ; and the third , Lionel , duke of Clarence ; next to whom , Was John of Gaunt , the duke of Lancaster : The fifth , was Edmund Langley ...
... sons : The firft , Edward the Black Prince , prince of Wales ; The second , William of Hatfield ; and the third , Lionel , duke of Clarence ; next to whom , Was John of Gaunt , the duke of Lancaster : The fifth , was Edmund Langley ...
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... sons ? E. Plan . Ay , noble father , if our words will serve . R. Plan . And if words will not , then our weapons fhall . Clif . Why , what a brood of traitors have we here ! York . Look in a glafs , and call thy image fo ; I am thy ...
... sons ? E. Plan . Ay , noble father , if our words will serve . R. Plan . And if words will not , then our weapons fhall . Clif . Why , what a brood of traitors have we here ! York . Look in a glafs , and call thy image fo ; I am thy ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare,– In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections ... William Shakespeare,Samuel Johnson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1765 |
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Afide againſt Alarum anſwer art thou becauſe blood brother Cade Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward Elean England Enter king Exeunt Exit expreffion fafe faid fame father fcene feems fenfe fhall fhame fhew fhould fight firſt flain foldiers folio fome foul fovereign fpeak fpeech France French ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Glofter grace Harfleur hath heart himſelf Holinfhed honour houſe Jack Cade JOHNSON king Henry lord lord protector mafter majefty MALONE moft muft muſt myſelf night paffage Pift play pleaſe prefent prifoner prince Pucel quarto quarto reads queen reafon reft Reignier Richard Richard Plantagenet Saliſbury SCENE Shakspeare ſhall Somerfet ſpeak ſtand STEEVENS Suffolk Talbot tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thoſe thouſand ufed unto uſed WARBURTON Warwick whofe word
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