The Works of Mr. William Shakespear: In Six Volumes ; Adorn'd with CutsJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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... Tork . No , it is ftopt with other flatt'ring Sounds , As praises of his State ; then there are found Lafcivious Meeters , to whofe venom found The open Ears of Youth doth always liften . Report of Fashions in proud Italy , Whofe ...
... Tork . No , it is ftopt with other flatt'ring Sounds , As praises of his State ; then there are found Lafcivious Meeters , to whofe venom found The open Ears of Youth doth always liften . Report of Fashions in proud Italy , Whofe ...
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... Tork . I do befeech your Majefty impure his words To wayward ficklinefs , and age in him : He loves you on my Life , and holds you dear As Henry Duke of Hereford , were he here . K. Rich . Right , you lay true ; as Hereford's love , fo ...
... Tork . I do befeech your Majefty impure his words To wayward ficklinefs , and age in him : He loves you on my Life , and holds you dear As Henry Duke of Hereford , were he here . K. Rich . Right , you lay true ; as Hereford's love , fo ...
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... Tork is too far gone with Grief , Or else he never would compare between . K. Rich . Why Uncle , what's the matter ? York . Oh , my Liege , pardon me if you please ; if not , I , pleas'd not to be pardon'd , am content with all : Seek ...
... Tork is too far gone with Grief , Or else he never would compare between . K. Rich . Why Uncle , what's the matter ? York . Oh , my Liege , pardon me if you please ; if not , I , pleas'd not to be pardon'd , am content with all : Seek ...
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... Tork , I'll not be by the while ; My Liege , farewel : What will enfue hereof , there's none can tell . But by bad Courfes may be understood , That their Events can never fall out good . K. Rich . Go Bufbie to the Earl of Wiltshire ...
... Tork , I'll not be by the while ; My Liege , farewel : What will enfue hereof , there's none can tell . But by bad Courfes may be understood , That their Events can never fall out good . K. Rich . Go Bufbie to the Earl of Wiltshire ...
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... Tork , Comfort's in Heav'a , and we are on the Earth , Where nothing lives but Croffes , Care and Grief ; Your Husband he is gone to fave far off , Whilft others come to make him lofe at home . Here am I left to underprop his Land ; Who ...
... Tork , Comfort's in Heav'a , and we are on the Earth , Where nothing lives but Croffes , Care and Grief ; Your Husband he is gone to fave far off , Whilft others come to make him lofe at home . Here am I left to underprop his Land ; Who ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 3 tomas William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Visos knygos peržiūra - 1709 |
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