The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, 8 tomas |
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... hath best deferv'd of all my fons : Is his grace dead , my lord of Somerset ? NORF . Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt , RICH . Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head . WAR . And fo do I. Victorious prince of York , Before ...
... hath best deferv'd of all my fons : Is his grace dead , my lord of Somerset ? NORF . Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt , RICH . Thus do I hope to shake king Henry's head . WAR . And fo do I. Victorious prince of York , Before ...
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... born thee fon , Seeing thou haft prov'd so unnatural a father . Hath he deferv'd to lose his birth - right thus ? Hadft thou but lov'd him half fo well as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once 328 THE THIRD PART OF.
... born thee fon , Seeing thou haft prov'd so unnatural a father . Hath he deferv'd to lose his birth - right thus ? Hadft thou but lov'd him half fo well as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once 328 THE THIRD PART OF.
330 psl.
... Hath made her break out into terms of rage ! Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke , Whose haughty spirit , winged with defire , Will coaft my crown ; and like an empty eagle , Tire on the flesh of me and of my fon ! -The lofs of ...
... Hath made her break out into terms of rage ! Reveng'd may she be on that hateful duke , Whose haughty spirit , winged with defire , Will coaft my crown ; and like an empty eagle , Tire on the flesh of me and of my fon ! -The lofs of ...
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... Hath stopt the paffage where thy words should enter . RUT . Then let my father's blood open't again ; He is a man , and , Clifford , cope with him . CLIF . Had I thy brethren here , their lives and thine Were not revenge fufficient for ...
... Hath stopt the paffage where thy words should enter . RUT . Then let my father's blood open't again ; He is a man , and , Clifford , cope with him . CLIF . Had I thy brethren here , their lives and thine Were not revenge fufficient for ...
335 psl.
... hath got the field : My uncles both are flain in rescuing me , And all my followers to the eager foe Turn back , and fly like ships before the wind , Or lambs purfu'd by hunger - starved wolves . My fons , God knows , what hath ...
... hath got the field : My uncles both are flain in rescuing me , And all my followers to the eager foe Turn back , and fly like ships before the wind , Or lambs purfu'd by hunger - starved wolves . My fons , God knows , what hath ...
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