The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomasJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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... Tongue that flanders him with Cowardice , Whofe frown hath made thee faint and fly e'er this . Clif . I will not bandy with thee Word for Word , But buckler with thee Blows twice two for one . Queen . Hold , valiant Clifford , for a ...
... Tongue that flanders him with Cowardice , Whofe frown hath made thee faint and fly e'er this . Clif . I will not bandy with thee Word for Word , But buckler with thee Blows twice two for one . Queen . Hold , valiant Clifford , for a ...
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... for my Father's fake . Queen . Nay ftay , let's here the Orizons he makes . Tork . She - Wolf of France , But worfe than Wolves of France , Whofe Whofe Tongue more poifons than the Adder's Tooth : How 1552 The Third Part of.
... for my Father's fake . Queen . Nay ftay , let's here the Orizons he makes . Tork . She - Wolf of France , But worfe than Wolves of France , Whofe Whofe Tongue more poifons than the Adder's Tooth : How 1552 The Third Part of.
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In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts William Shakespeare. Whofe Tongue more poifons than the Adder's Tooth : How ill - befeeming is it in thy Sex , ' To triumph like an Amazonian Trull , Upon their Woes , whom Fortune captivates ? But that ...
In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts William Shakespeare. Whofe Tongue more poifons than the Adder's Tooth : How ill - befeeming is it in thy Sex , ' To triumph like an Amazonian Trull , Upon their Woes , whom Fortune captivates ? But that ...
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... Tongue ? Mef . Ah , one that was a woful looker on , When as the Noble Duke of York was flain , Your Princely Father , and my loving Lord . Edw . Oh , fpeak no more ! for I have heard too much . Rich . Sy how he dy'd , for I will hear ...
... Tongue ? Mef . Ah , one that was a woful looker on , When as the Noble Duke of York was flain , Your Princely Father , and my loving Lord . Edw . Oh , fpeak no more ! for I have heard too much . Rich . Sy how he dy'd , for I will hear ...
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... Tongue , I am a King , and privileg'd to fpeak . Clif . My Liege , the Wound that bred this Meeting here Cannot be cur'd by Words , therefore be still . Rich . Then , Execution , re - unfheath thy Sword : By him that made us all , I am ...
... Tongue , I am a King , and privileg'd to fpeak . Clif . My Liege , the Wound that bred this Meeting here Cannot be cur'd by Words , therefore be still . Rich . Then , Execution , re - unfheath thy Sword : By him that made us all , I am ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1709 |
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