The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts, 4 tomasJ. Tonson, 1714 |
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... Clar . What would my Lord and Father ? K. Henry . Nothing but well to thee , Thomas of Clarence , How chance thou art not with the Prince , thy Brother ? He loves thee , and thou do'st neglect him , Thomas ; Thou hast a better place in ...
... Clar . What would my Lord and Father ? K. Henry . Nothing but well to thee , Thomas of Clarence , How chance thou art not with the Prince , thy Brother ? He loves thee , and thou do'st neglect him , Thomas ; Thou hast a better place in ...
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... Clar I thall observe him with all care and love . K. Henry . Why art thou not at Winafor with him , Thomas ? Clar . He is not there to day ; he dines in London . K Henry . And how accompanied ? Can'st thou tell that ! Clar . With Poins ...
... Clar I thall observe him with all care and love . K. Henry . Why art thou not at Winafor with him , Thomas ? Clar . He is not there to day ; he dines in London . K Henry . And how accompanied ? Can'st thou tell that ! Clar . With Poins ...
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... Ch . Just . Alas , I fear all will be over - turn'd . Lan . Good morrow , Coufin Warwick , good morrow . Gle . Clar . Good morrow , Coufin . Lan . Lan . We meet like Men that had forgot to 80 The Second Part of SCENE H. ...
... Ch . Just . Alas , I fear all will be over - turn'd . Lan . Good morrow , Coufin Warwick , good morrow . Gle . Clar . Good morrow , Coufin . Lan . Lan . We meet like Men that had forgot to 80 The Second Part of SCENE H. ...
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... Clar . I fear her not , unless she chance to fall . Glo . God forbid that , for he'll take vantages . K. Edw . How many Children haft thou , tell me . Widow ? Clar . I think he means to beg a Child of her . Glo . Nay then whip me ; he ...
... Clar . I fear her not , unless she chance to fall . Glo . God forbid that , for he'll take vantages . K. Edw . How many Children haft thou , tell me . Widow ? Clar . I think he means to beg a Child of her . Glo . Nay then whip me ; he ...
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... Clar . As red as fire ! nay , then her Wax must melt .. Gray . Why stops my Lord ? shall I not hear my Task ? K. Edw . An eafie Task , ' tis but to love a King . Gray . That's foon perform'd , because I am a Subject . K. Edw . Why then ...
... Clar . As red as fire ! nay , then her Wax must melt .. Gray . Why stops my Lord ? shall I not hear my Task ? K. Edw . An eafie Task , ' tis but to love a King . Gray . That's foon perform'd , because I am a Subject . K. Edw . Why then ...
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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 |
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 |
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