The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomasJacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... reft , Until the white Rofe that I wear , be dy'd Even in the lukewarm Blood of Henry's Heart . York . Richard , enough : I will be King , or die . Brother , thou shalt to London presently , And whet on Warwick to this Enterprize . Thou ...
... reft , Until the white Rofe that I wear , be dy'd Even in the lukewarm Blood of Henry's Heart . York . Richard , enough : I will be King , or die . Brother , thou shalt to London presently , And whet on Warwick to this Enterprize . Thou ...
1548 psl.
... reft , Whom we have left Protectors of the King , With powerful Policy ftrengthen themselves , And truft not fimple Henry , nor his Oaths . Mont . Brother , I go : I'll win them , fear it not . And thus moft humbly I do take my leave ...
... reft , Whom we have left Protectors of the King , With powerful Policy ftrengthen themselves , And truft not fimple Henry , nor his Oaths . Mont . Brother , I go : I'll win them , fear it not . And thus moft humbly I do take my leave ...
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... reft , where is your Darling Rutland ? Look Tork , I ftain'd this Napkin with the Blood That valiant Clifford , with h's Rapier's point , Made iffue from the bofom of the Boy ; And if thine Eyes can water for his Death , I give thee ...
... reft , where is your Darling Rutland ? Look Tork , I ftain'd this Napkin with the Blood That valiant Clifford , with h's Rapier's point , Made iffue from the bofom of the Boy ; And if thine Eyes can water for his Death , I give thee ...
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... reft ftand 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 ...
... reft ftand 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 ...
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... reft ; For never henceforth fhall I joy again , Never , oh never fhall I fee more joy . Rich . I cannot weep , for all my Body's moisture Scarce ferves to quench my Furnace - burning Heart : Nor can my Tongue unload my Heart's great ...
... reft ; For never henceforth fhall I joy again , Never , oh never fhall I fee more joy . Rich . I cannot weep , for all my Body's moisture Scarce ferves to quench my Furnace - burning Heart : Nor can my Tongue unload my Heart's great ...
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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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