The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: King John. Richard the Second. Henry the FourthCollins & Hannay, 1823 |
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... poor child , His little kingdom of a forced grave . That blood , which ow'd the breath of all this isle , Three foot of it doth hold ; Bad world the while ! This must not be thus borne : this will break out To all our sorrows , and ere ...
... poor child , His little kingdom of a forced grave . That blood , which ow'd the breath of all this isle , Three foot of it doth hold ; Bad world the while ! This must not be thus borne : this will break out To all our sorrows , and ere ...
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... This man was a hermit in great repute with the common people . Notwith- standing the event is said to have fallen out as he had prophesied , the poor fellow From forth the streets of Pomfret , whom I found 60 ACT IV . KING JOHN .
... This man was a hermit in great repute with the common people . Notwith- standing the event is said to have fallen out as he had prophesied , the poor fellow From forth the streets of Pomfret , whom I found 60 ACT IV . KING JOHN .
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... poor string to stay it by , Which holds but till thy news be uttered ; And then all this thou seest , is but a clod , And module of confounded royalty . " Bast . The Dauphin is preparing hitherward ; Where , heaven he knows , how we ...
... poor string to stay it by , Which holds but till thy news be uttered ; And then all this thou seest , is but a clod , And module of confounded royalty . " Bast . The Dauphin is preparing hitherward ; Where , heaven he knows , how we ...
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... in our language ever signified a Prisoner . I take it to be derived , not from captiff , but from chetiff , Fr. poor , miserable . TYRWHITT , 17 VOL . V. E With her companion grief must end her life . Gaunt ACT I. 9'7 KING RICHARD IT .
... in our language ever signified a Prisoner . I take it to be derived , not from captiff , but from chetiff , Fr. poor , miserable . TYRWHITT , 17 VOL . V. E With her companion grief must end her life . Gaunt ACT I. 9'7 KING RICHARD IT .
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... poor quibble , as journey signifies both travel and a day's work . However he is not to be censured for what he himself rejected . JOHNSON . [ 1 ] The fourteen verses that follow are found in the first edition . POPE . I am inclined to ...
... poor quibble , as journey signifies both travel and a day's work . However he is not to be censured for what he himself rejected . JOHNSON . [ 1 ] The fourteen verses that follow are found in the first edition . POPE . I am inclined to ...
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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother cousin crown dead death doth Duch duke duke of Hereford earl Eastcheap England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear France friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven hither honour horse Host Hotspur Hubert John of Gaunt JOHNSON King Henry King John king Richard Lady Lancaster land liege look lord majesty MALONE master never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Phil Pist play Poins pray prince Prince JOHN prince of Wales Queen Rich SCENE Shakespeare Shal Shallow shame sir John sir John Falstaff soul speak STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle WARBURTON Westmoreland wilt word York
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