The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... moft humbly I do take my leave . [ Exit Montague , Enter Sir John Mortimer , and Sir Hugh Mortimer . York . Sir John , and Sir Hugh Mortimer , mine Uncles , You are come to Sandal in a happy hour . The Army of the Queen means to befiege ...
... moft humbly I do take my leave . [ Exit Montague , Enter Sir John Mortimer , and Sir Hugh Mortimer . York . Sir John , and Sir Hugh Mortimer , mine Uncles , You are come to Sandal in a happy hour . The Army of the Queen means to befiege ...
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... moft admir'd . The contrary doth make thee wondred at . ' Tis Government that makes them feem Divine , The want thereof makes thee abominable . Thou art as oppofite to every good , As the Antipodes are unto us , Or as the South to the ...
... moft admir'd . The contrary doth make thee wondred at . ' Tis Government that makes them feem Divine , The want thereof makes thee abominable . Thou art as oppofite to every good , As the Antipodes are unto us , Or as the South to the ...
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... moft unloving Father . Unreasonable Creatures feed their Young , And though Man's Face be fearful to their Eyes , Yet in protection of their tender ones , Who hath not feen them even with thofe Wings , Which fometimes they have us'd ...
... moft unloving Father . Unreasonable Creatures feed their Young , And though Man's Face be fearful to their Eyes , Yet in protection of their tender ones , Who hath not feen them even with thofe Wings , Which fometimes they have us'd ...
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... moft gracious Lord . Gio . You fhall have four , if you'l be rul'd by him . K Edw . ' Twere pity they should lose their Father's Lands . Gray . Be pitiful , dread Lord , and grant it then . K. Edw . Lords , give us leave , I'll try this ...
... moft gracious Lord . Gio . You fhall have four , if you'l be rul'd by him . K Edw . ' Twere pity they should lose their Father's Lands . Gray . Be pitiful , dread Lord , and grant it then . K. Edw . Lords , give us leave , I'll try this ...
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... moft himself , if he could fee his Shame . Did I forget , that by the House of York My Father came untimely to his Death ? Did I let pafs th ' abufe done to my Niece ? Did I impale him with the Regal Crown ? Did I put Henry from his ...
... moft himself , if he could fee his Shame . Did I forget , that by the House of York My Father came untimely to his Death ? Did I let pafs th ' abufe done to my Niece ? Did I impale him with the Regal Crown ? Did I put Henry from his ...
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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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