The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... Sweet Father do fo , fet it on your Head . Mount . Good Brother , As thou lov't and honoureft Arms , Let's fight it out , and not ftand cavelling thus . fy . Rich . Sound Drums and Trumpet , and the King will Tork . Sons , Peace . K ...
... Sweet Father do fo , fet it on your Head . Mount . Good Brother , As thou lov't and honoureft Arms , Let's fight it out , and not ftand cavelling thus . fy . Rich . Sound Drums and Trumpet , and the King will Tork . Sons , Peace . K ...
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... Sweet Clifford , hear me speak before I die : I am too mean a fubject of thy wrath , Be thou reveng❜d on Men , and let me live . Cliff . In vain thou fpeak'ft , poor Boy : My Father's Blood hath ftopt the paffage Where thy Words should ...
... Sweet Clifford , hear me speak before I die : I am too mean a fubject of thy wrath , Be thou reveng❜d on Men , and let me live . Cliff . In vain thou fpeak'ft , poor Boy : My Father's Blood hath ftopt the paffage Where thy Words should ...
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... Sweet Duke of York , our prop to lean upon , Now thou art gone , we have no Staff , no Stay , Oh Clifford , boift'rous Clifford , thou haft flain The Flower of Europe for his Chivalry , And treacherously haft thou vanquish'd him , For ...
... Sweet Duke of York , our prop to lean upon , Now thou art gone , we have no Staff , no Stay , Oh Clifford , boift'rous Clifford , thou haft flain The Flower of Europe for his Chivalry , And treacherously haft thou vanquish'd him , For ...
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... better faid than done , my gracious Lord ; I am a Subject fit to jeft withal , But far unfit to be a Sovereign , K. Edw . Sweet Widow , by my State I fwear to thee , I I speak no more than what my Soul intends , King Henry VI . 1577.
... better faid than done , my gracious Lord ; I am a Subject fit to jeft withal , But far unfit to be a Sovereign , K. Edw . Sweet Widow , by my State I fwear to thee , I I speak no more than what my Soul intends , King Henry VI . 1577.
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... Sweet Oxford , and my loving Montague , And all at once , once more a happy farewel . War . Farewel , fweet Lords , let's meet at Coventry . K. Henry . Here at the Palace will I reft a while . Coufin of Exeter , what thinks your ...
... Sweet Oxford , and my loving Montague , And all at once , once more a happy farewel . War . Farewel , fweet Lords , let's meet at Coventry . K. Henry . Here at the Palace will I reft a while . Coufin of Exeter , what thinks your ...
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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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