The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, 5 tomasJ. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... head , and trembling ftands aloof , While all is fhared , and all is borne away , Ready to ftarve , and dares not touch his own . So York must fit , and fret , and bite his tongue , While his own lands are bargain'd for , and fold ...
... head , and trembling ftands aloof , While all is fhared , and all is borne away , Ready to ftarve , and dares not touch his own . So York must fit , and fret , and bite his tongue , While his own lands are bargain'd for , and fold ...
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... head , Whofe church - like humour fits not for a Crown , Then , York , be ftill a while , till time do ferve ; Watch thou , and wake when others be asleep , To pry into the fecrets of the State ; Till Henry , furfeiting in joys of love ...
... head , Whofe church - like humour fits not for a Crown , Then , York , be ftill a while , till time do ferve ; Watch thou , and wake when others be asleep , To pry into the fecrets of the State ; Till Henry , furfeiting in joys of love ...
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... head be circled with the fame , Put forth thy hand , reach at the glorious Gold.- What ! is't too fhort ? I'll lengthen it with mine . And having both together heav'd it up , We'll both together lift our heads to heaven ; And never more ...
... head be circled with the fame , Put forth thy hand , reach at the glorious Gold.- What ! is't too fhort ? I'll lengthen it with mine . And having both together heav'd it up , We'll both together lift our heads to heaven ; And never more ...
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... head ; That were a ftate fit for his holiness ! Suf . Madam , be patient ; as I was the caufe Your Highness came to England , fo will I In England work your Grace's full content . Q. Mar. Befide the proud Protector , have we Beauford Th ...
... head ; That were a ftate fit for his holiness ! Suf . Madam , be patient ; as I was the caufe Your Highness came to England , fo will I In England work your Grace's full content . Q. Mar. Befide the proud Protector , have we Beauford Th ...
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... head . [ Exit Glo'fter . The Queen drops her fan . Give me my fan ; what , minion ? can ye not ? [ Gives the Dutchefs a box on the ear . I cry you mercy , Madam ; was it you ? Elean . Was't I ? yea , I it was , proud French- woman ...
... head . [ Exit Glo'fter . The Queen drops her fan . Give me my fan ; what , minion ? can ye not ? [ Gives the Dutchefs a box on the ear . I cry you mercy , Madam ; was it you ? Elean . Was't I ? yea , I it was , proud French- woman ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare– With the Corrections and ..., 5 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1806 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare– In Twenty-one Volumes, with the ..., 5 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1813 |
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