The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... stand still , ' Till either Death hath clos'd thefe Eyes of mine , Or Fortune given me measure of revenge . Edw . O Warwick , I do bend my Knee with thine , And in this Vow do chain my Soul to thine . And e'er my Knee rife from the ...
... stand still , ' Till either Death hath clos'd thefe Eyes of mine , Or Fortune given me measure of revenge . Edw . O Warwick , I do bend my Knee with thine , And in this Vow do chain my Soul to thine . And e'er my Knee rife from the ...
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... stand . Sink . Here comes a Man , let's ftay ' till he be paft . Enter King Henry with a Prayer - Book . K. Henry . From Scotland am I ftol'n even of pure love , To greet mine own Land with my wifhful fight : No Harry , Harry , ' tis no ...
... stand . Sink . Here comes a Man , let's ftay ' till he be paft . Enter King Henry with a Prayer - Book . K. Henry . From Scotland am I ftol'n even of pure love , To greet mine own Land with my wifhful fight : No Harry , Harry , ' tis no ...
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... stand , whiles Lewis fits . Queen . No , mighty King of France ; now Margaret Muft ftrike her Sail , and learn a while to ferve , Where Kings command . I was , I must confefs , Great Albion's Queen , in former golden Days : But now ...
... stand , whiles Lewis fits . Queen . No , mighty King of France ; now Margaret Muft ftrike her Sail , and learn a while to ferve , Where Kings command . I was , I must confefs , Great Albion's Queen , in former golden Days : But now ...
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... stand aloof . Queen . Heavens grant that Warwick's Words bewitch him K. Lew . Now Warwick , tell me even upon thy Confcience , Is Edward your true King ? for I were loth To link with him that were not lawful chofen . War . Thereon I ...
... stand aloof . Queen . Heavens grant that Warwick's Words bewitch him K. Lew . Now Warwick , tell me even upon thy Confcience , Is Edward your true King ? for I were loth To link with him that were not lawful chofen . War . Thereon I ...
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... Stand , The King by this has fet him down to fleep . 2 Watch . What , will he not to Bed ? Watch . Why no ; for he hath made a folemn Vow , Never to lye and take his natural Reft , Till Warwick , or himself , be quite fuppreft . 2 Watch ...
... Stand , The King by this has fet him down to fleep . 2 Watch . What , will he not to Bed ? Watch . Why no ; for he hath made a folemn Vow , Never to lye and take his natural Reft , Till Warwick , or himself , be quite fuppreft . 2 Watch ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear; In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Visos knygos peržiūra - 1714 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear; In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1709 |
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