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Clifford of Cumberland , ' tis Warwick calls ! And if thou dost not hide thee from the
bear , Now , — when the angry trumpet sounds alarm , And dead men ' s cries do
fill the empty air , Clifford , I say , come forth and fight with me ! Proud northern ...
Clifford of Cumberland , ' tis Warwick calls ! And if thou dost not hide thee from the
bear , Now , — when the angry trumpet sounds alarm , And dead men ' s cries do
fill the empty air , Clifford , I say , come forth and fight with me ! Proud northern ...
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As I intend , Clifford , to thrive to - day , It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail ' d
. [ Exit WARWICK . · Clif . What seest thou in me , York ? why dost thou pause ?
York . With thy brave bearing should I be in love , . But that thou art so fast mine ...
As I intend , Clifford , to thrive to - day , It grieves my soul to leave thee unassail ' d
. [ Exit WARWICK . · Clif . What seest thou in me , York ? why dost thou pause ?
York . With thy brave bearing should I be in love , . But that thou art so fast mine ...
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Ah , Clifford ! murder not this innocent child , • Lest thou be hated both of God and
man . ! ! ! [ Exit , forced off by Soldiers . Clif . How now ! is he dead already ? Or ,
is it fear , That makes him close his eyes ? - - I ' ll open them . Rut . So looks the ...
Ah , Clifford ! murder not this innocent child , • Lest thou be hated both of God and
man . ! ! ! [ Exit , forced off by Soldiers . Clif . How now ! is he dead already ? Or ,
is it fear , That makes him close his eyes ? - - I ' ll open them . Rut . So looks the ...
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But think you , lords , that Clifford filed with them ? War . No , ' tis impossible he
should escape : For , though before his face I speak the words , Your brother
Richard mark ' d him for the grave : · And , wheresoe ' er he is , he ' s surely dead .
But think you , lords , that Clifford filed with them ? War . No , ' tis impossible he
should escape : For , though before his face I speak the words , Your brother
Richard mark ' d him for the grave : · And , wheresoe ' er he is , he ' s surely dead .
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I think his understanding is bereft :Speak , Clifford , dost thou know who speaks to
. thee ?Dark cloudy death o ' ershades his beams of life , And he nor sees , nor
hears us what we say . Rich . O , ' would he did ! and so , perhaps , he doth ; ' Tis
...
I think his understanding is bereft :Speak , Clifford , dost thou know who speaks to
. thee ?Dark cloudy death o ' ershades his beams of life , And he nor sees , nor
hears us what we say . Rich . O , ' would he did ! and so , perhaps , he doth ; ' Tis
...
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answer arms battle bear better blood body bring brother Cade Clarence Clifford comes command crown dead death doth duke earl Edward enemy England English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fear field fight follow Forces France French friends give Gloster grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hence hold honour hope I'll John Johnson keep King Henry lady leave live London look lord majesty Margaret master means mind never night noble once peace Pist play poor prince queen reason rest Rich Richard Saint SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak spirit stand stay Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tears tell thee thine thing thou thought true unto Warwick York
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| Título | The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, Volume 6 The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copy left by G. Steevens, with a selection of notes from the most emient commentators, &c., by A. Chalmers, William Shakespeare |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Editores | George Steevens, Alexander Chalmers |
| Publicação | 1805 |
| Original de | Universidade de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 17 Mai 2006 |
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