The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts, 4 tomasJ. Tonson, 1714 |
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... Pucel , Reignier , is't thou that thinkest to beguile me ? Where is the Dauphin ? Come , come from behind , I know thee well , though never seen before . Be not amaz'd , there's nothing hid from me : In private will I talk with thee ...
... Pucel , Reignier , is't thou that thinkest to beguile me ? Where is the Dauphin ? Come , come from behind , I know thee well , though never seen before . Be not amaz'd , there's nothing hid from me : In private will I talk with thee ...
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... Pucel . And while I live , I'll ne'er fly no Man . Here they Fight , and Joan de Pucelle overcomes . Dau . Stay , stay thy Hands , thou art an Amazon , And fightest with the Sword of Debora . Pucel . Chrift's Mother helps me , else I ...
... Pucel . And while I live , I'll ne'er fly no Man . Here they Fight , and Joan de Pucelle overcomes . Dau . Stay , stay thy Hands , thou art an Amazon , And fightest with the Sword of Debora . Pucel . Chrift's Mother helps me , else I ...
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... Pucel . Come , come , ' tis only I that must disgrace thee . [ They fight . Tal . Heavens , can you fuffer Hell so to prevail ? My Breaft I'll burft with straining of my Courage , And from my Shoulders crack my Arms asunder , But I will ...
... Pucel . Come , come , ' tis only I that must disgrace thee . [ They fight . Tal . Heavens , can you fuffer Hell so to prevail ? My Breaft I'll burft with straining of my Courage , And from my Shoulders crack my Arms asunder , But I will ...
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... Pucel . Advance our waving Colours on the Walls , Rescu'd is Orleans from the English Wolves : Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her Word . Dau . Divinest Creature , bright Aftrea's Daughter , How shall I honour thee for this Success ...
... Pucel . Advance our waving Colours on the Walls , Rescu'd is Orleans from the English Wolves : Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her Word . Dau . Divinest Creature , bright Aftrea's Daughter , How shall I honour thee for this Success ...
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... Pucel , whom they term so pure ? Tal . A Maid , they say . Bed . A Maid ? And be so Martial ? .. Bur . Pray God , she prove not Masculine ere long , If underneath the Standard of the French She carry Armour , as the hath begun . Tal ...
... Pucel , whom they term so pure ? Tal . A Maid , they say . Bed . A Maid ? And be so Martial ? .. Bur . Pray God , she prove not Masculine ere long , If underneath the Standard of the French She carry Armour , as the hath begun . Tal ...
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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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