The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... stand cavelling thus . fly . Rich . Sound Drums and Trumpet , and the King will York . Sons , Peace . K. Henry . Peace thou , and give King Henry leave to speak . War . Plantagenet shall speak first : Here him Lords , And be you filent ...
... stand cavelling thus . fly . Rich . Sound Drums and Trumpet , and the King will York . Sons , Peace . K. Henry . Peace thou , and give King Henry leave to speak . War . Plantagenet shall speak first : Here him Lords , And be you filent ...
1551 psl.
... stand upon this Mole - hill here , That caught at Mountains with out - stretched Arms , Yet parted but the shadow with his Hand . What , was it you that would be England's King ? Was't you that revell'd in our Parliament , 1 Ard And ...
... stand upon this Mole - hill here , That caught at Mountains with out - stretched Arms , Yet parted but the shadow with his Hand . What , was it you that would be England's King ? Was't you that revell'd in our Parliament , 1 Ard And ...
1555 psl.
... stand all aloof , and bark at him . So far'd our Father with his Enemies , So fled his Enemies my warlike Father : Methinks ' tis prize enough to be his Son . See how the Morning opes her Golden Gates , And takes her farewel of the ...
... stand all aloof , and bark at him . So far'd our Father with his Enemies , So fled his Enemies my warlike Father : Methinks ' tis prize enough to be his Son . See how the Morning opes her Golden Gates , And takes her farewel of the ...
1562 psl.
... stand to answer thee , Or any he , the proudest of thy sort . Rich . ' Twas you that killed young Rutland , was it not ? Clif . Ay , and old York , and yet not fatisfy'd . Rich . For God's fake , Lords , give Signal to the Fight . War ...
... stand to answer thee , Or any he , the proudest of thy sort . Rich . ' Twas you that killed young Rutland , was it not ? Clif . Ay , and old York , and yet not fatisfy'd . Rich . For God's fake , Lords , give Signal to the Fight . War ...
1565 psl.
... stand we like soft - hearted Women here , Wailing our Losses , whiles the Foe doth rage , And look upon , as if the Tragedy Were plaid in jeft by counterfeiting Actors . Here on my Knee I vow to God above , I'll never pause again ...
... stand we like soft - hearted Women here , Wailing our Losses , whiles the Foe doth rage , And look upon , as if the Tragedy Were plaid in jeft by counterfeiting Actors . Here on my Knee I vow to God above , I'll never pause again ...
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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 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear; In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd ..., 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1714 |
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