The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, 2 tomasAndrus, Judd, & Frnaklin, 1838 |
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... dost penance too . Look , how they gaze ! ' See , how the giddy multitude do point , ' And nod their heads , and throw their eyes on thee ! " Ah , Gloster , hide thee from their hateful looks ; ' And , in thy closet pent up , rue my ...
... dost penance too . Look , how they gaze ! ' See , how the giddy multitude do point , ' And nod their heads , and throw their eyes on thee ! " Ah , Gloster , hide thee from their hateful looks ; ' And , in thy closet pent up , rue my ...
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... dost thou turn away , and hide thy face ? ' K. Hen . Lords , take your places ; -And , II am no loathsome leper , look on me . pray you all , ' Proceed no straiter ' gainst our uncle Gloster , Than from true evidence , of good esteem ...
... dost thou turn away , and hide thy face ? ' K. Hen . Lords , take your places ; -And , II am no loathsome leper , look on me . pray you all , ' Proceed no straiter ' gainst our uncle Gloster , Than from true evidence , of good esteem ...
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... dost live so long . Noise within . Enter Warwick and Salisbury . The Commons press to the door . ' War . It is reported , mighty sovereign , " That good duke Humphrey traitorously is der'd By Suffolk and the cardinal Beaufort's means ...
... dost live so long . Noise within . Enter Warwick and Salisbury . The Commons press to the door . ' War . It is reported , mighty sovereign , " That good duke Humphrey traitorously is der'd By Suffolk and the cardinal Beaufort's means ...
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... dost plead for him , Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath . ' Had I but said , I would have kept my word ; ' But , when I swear , it is irrevocable : - If , after three days ' space , thou here be'st found * any ground that I am ...
... dost plead for him , Thou wilt but add increase unto my wrath . ' Had I but said , I would have kept my word ; ' But , when I swear , it is irrevocable : - If , after three days ' space , thou here be'st found * any ground that I am ...
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... dost thou quiver , man ? ' Say . The palsy , and not fear , provoketh me . Cade . Nay , he nods at us ; as who ... dost ride on a foot- * O , let me live ! ' cloth , dost thou not ? Say . What of that ? Cade . Marry , thou oughtest not ...
... dost thou quiver , man ? ' Say . The palsy , and not fear , provoketh me . Cade . Nay , he nods at us ; as who ... dost ride on a foot- * O , let me live ! ' cloth , dost thou not ? Say . What of that ? Cade . Marry , thou oughtest not ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare– With a Life of the Poet ..., 2 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1855 |
The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare– With a Life of the Poet ..., 2 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1855 |
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