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Poor Queen , How love to me , and to her Son , Hath made her break out into terms of Rage . Reveng'd may she be on that hateful Duke , Whose haughty Spirit , winged with desire , Will cost my Crown , and like an empty Eagle , Tire on ...
Poor Queen , How love to me , and to her Son , Hath made her break out into terms of Rage . Reveng'd may she be on that hateful Duke , Whose haughty Spirit , winged with desire , Will cost my Crown , and like an empty Eagle , Tire on ...
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See how the Morning opes her Golden Gates , And takes her farewel of the glorious Sun , How well resembles it the prime of Youth , Trim'd like a Yonker , prancing to his Love ? Edw , Dazle mine Eyes ? or do I see three Suns ? Rich .
See how the Morning opes her Golden Gates , And takes her farewel of the glorious Sun , How well resembles it the prime of Youth , Trim'd like a Yonker , prancing to his Love ? Edw , Dazle mine Eyes ? or do I see three Suns ? Rich .
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Nay , take me with thee , good sweet Exster : Not that I fear to stay , but love to go Whither the Queen intends . Forward , away . [ Excunt . A loud Alarum . Enter Clifford wounded . Clif . Here buros my Candle out ; ay , here it dies ...
Nay , take me with thee , good sweet Exster : Not that I fear to stay , but love to go Whither the Queen intends . Forward , away . [ Excunt . A loud Alarum . Enter Clifford wounded . Clif . Here buros my Candle out ; ay , here it dies ...
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K. Edw . Now tell me , Madam , do you love your Children . Grey . Ay , full as dearly as I love my felf . K. Edw . And would you not do much to do them good . Gray . To do them good , I would fuftain some harm . K. Edu .
K. Edw . Now tell me , Madam , do you love your Children . Grey . Ay , full as dearly as I love my felf . K. Edw . And would you not do much to do them good . Gray . To do them good , I would fuftain some harm . K. Edu .
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K. Edw . But stay thee , ' tis the fruits of Love I mean . Gray . The fruits of Love , I mean , my loving Liege . K. Edw . Ay , but I fear me in another sense . What Love , think'st thou , I sue so much to get ? Gray .
K. Edw . But stay thee , ' tis the fruits of Love I mean . Gray . The fruits of Love , I mean , my loving Liege . K. Edw . Ay , but I fear me in another sense . What Love , think'st thou , I sue so much to get ? Gray .
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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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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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