The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... Heart for anger burns , I cannot brook ir . K. Henry . Be patient , gentle Earl of Westmorland . Clif . Patience is for Poltroons , and such is he : He durst not fit there had your Father liv'd . My gracious Lord , here in the ...
... Heart for anger burns , I cannot brook ir . K. Henry . Be patient , gentle Earl of Westmorland . Clif . Patience is for Poltroons , and such is he : He durst not fit there had your Father liv'd . My gracious Lord , here in the ...
1545 psl.
... Heart - blood there , Rather than made that Savage Duke thine Heir , And disinherited thine only Son . Prince . Father , you cannot disinherit me : If you be King , why should not I succeed ? K. Henry . Pardon me , Margaret ; pardon me ...
... Heart - blood there , Rather than made that Savage Duke thine Heir , And disinherited thine only Son . Prince . Father , you cannot disinherit me : If you be King , why should not I succeed ? K. Henry . Pardon me , Margaret ; pardon me ...
1549 psl.
... Heart . The fight of any of the House of York , Is as a fury to torment my Soul : And ' till I root out their accursed Line , And leave not one alive , I live in Hell . Therefore Rut . O let me pray before I take my Death : To thee , I ...
... Heart . The fight of any of the House of York , Is as a fury to torment my Soul : And ' till I root out their accursed Line , And leave not one alive , I live in Hell . Therefore Rut . O let me pray before I take my Death : To thee , I ...
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... Heart : Nor can my Tongue unload my Heart's great burthen , For felf - fame Wind that I should speak withal , Is kindling Coals that fire up all my Breaft , Is 1556 The Third Part of Enter a Messenger. ...
... Heart : Nor can my Tongue unload my Heart's great burthen , For felf - fame Wind that I should speak withal , Is kindling Coals that fire up all my Breaft , Is 1556 The Third Part of Enter a Messenger. ...
1558 psl.
... heart to fight , And we , in them , no hope to win the Day , So that we fled ; the King unto the Queen , Lord George your Brother , Norfolk , and my self , In haste , Post - haste , are come to join with you : For in the Marches here we ...
... heart to fight , And we , in them , no hope to win the Day , So that we fled ; the King unto the Queen , Lord George your Brother , Norfolk , and my self , In haste , Post - haste , are come to join with you : For in the Marches here we ...
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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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