The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... muft and fhall be fo , content thy felf . War . Be Duke of Lancaster , let him be King . Weft . He is both King and Duke of Lancaster , And that the Lord of Westmorland fhall maintain . War . And Warwick fhall difprove it . You forget ...
... muft and fhall be fo , content thy felf . War . Be Duke of Lancaster , let him be King . Weft . He is both King and Duke of Lancaster , And that the Lord of Westmorland fhall maintain . War . And Warwick fhall difprove it . You forget ...
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... muft end . Enter the Queen , Clifford , Northumberland , the Prince of Wales , and Soldiers . Come , bloody Clifford , rough Northumberland , I dare your quenchlefs fury to more rage : I am your Butt , and I abide your fhot . North ...
... muft end . Enter the Queen , Clifford , Northumberland , the Prince of Wales , and Soldiers . Come , bloody Clifford , rough Northumberland , I dare your quenchlefs fury to more rage : I am your Butt , and I abide your fhot . North ...
1556 psl.
... muft yield to odds ; And many Stroaks , though with a little Ax , Hews down and fells the hardeft - timber'd Oak . By many Hands your Father was fubdu'd , But only flaughter'd by the ireful Arm , Of unrelenting Clifford , and the Queen ...
... muft yield to odds ; And many Stroaks , though with a little Ax , Hews down and fells the hardeft - timber'd Oak . By many Hands your Father was fubdu'd , But only flaughter'd by the ireful Arm , Of unrelenting Clifford , and the Queen ...
1559 psl.
... Muft Edward fall , which peril Heaven forfend . War . No longer Earl of March , but Duke of York : The next degree is England's Royal Throne : For King of England fhalt thou be proclaim'd In every Borough as we pafs along , And he that ...
... Muft Edward fall , which peril Heaven forfend . War . No longer Earl of March , but Duke of York : The next degree is England's Royal Throne : For King of England fhalt thou be proclaim'd In every Borough as we pafs along , And he that ...
1564 psl.
... muft I reft a while . Enter Edward running . Edw . Smile , gentle Heav'n ; or ftrike , ungentle Death ; For this World frowns , and Edward's Sun is clouded . War . How now , my Lord , what hap ? What hope of good ? Enter Clarence . Cla ...
... muft I reft a while . Enter Edward running . Edw . Smile , gentle Heav'n ; or ftrike , ungentle Death ; For this World frowns , and Edward's Sun is clouded . War . How now , my Lord , what hap ? What hope of good ? Enter Clarence . Cla ...
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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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