The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... never close . This is the Palace of the fearful King , And this the Regal Seat ; poffefs it York , For this is thine , and not King Henry's Heirs . York . Affift me then , fweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have broken in by ...
... never close . This is the Palace of the fearful King , And this the Regal Seat ; poffefs it York , For this is thine , and not King Henry's Heirs . York . Affift me then , fweet Warwick , and I will ; For hither we have broken in by ...
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... never seen thee , never born thee Son , Seeing thou haft prov'd fo unnatural a Father . Hath he deferv'd to lofe his Birth - right thus ? Hadft thou but lov'd him half fo much as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once , Or ...
... never seen thee , never born thee Son , Seeing thou haft prov'd fo unnatural a Father . Hath he deferv'd to lofe his Birth - right thus ? Hadft thou but lov'd him half fo much as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once , Or ...
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... Never , oh never fhall I fee more joy . Rich . I cannot weep , for all my Body's moisture Scarce ferves to quench my Furnace - burning Heart : Nor can my Tongue unload my Heart's great burthen , For felf - fame Wind that I should speak ...
... Never , oh never fhall I fee more joy . Rich . I cannot weep , for all my Body's moisture Scarce ferves to quench my Furnace - burning Heart : Nor can my Tongue unload my Heart's great burthen , For felf - fame Wind that I should speak ...
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... never once again turn back and fly . Rich . Ay , now methinks I hear great Warwick speak ; Ne'er may he live to fee a Sun - fhine Day , That crys Retire , if Warwick bid him ftay . Edw . Lord Warwick , on thy Shoulder will I lean , And ...
... never once again turn back and fly . Rich . Ay , now methinks I hear great Warwick speak ; Ne'er may he live to fee a Sun - fhine Day , That crys Retire , if Warwick bid him ftay . Edw . Lord Warwick , on thy Shoulder will I lean , And ...
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... never hear , That things ill got , had ever bad Succefs . And happy always was it for that Son , Whole Father for his hoording went to Hell : I'll leave my Son my virtuous Deeds behind , And would my Father had left me no more : For all ...
... never hear , That things ill got , had ever bad Succefs . And happy always was it for that Son , Whole Father for his hoording went to Hell : I'll leave my Son my virtuous Deeds behind , And would my Father had left me no more : For all ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Visualização integral - 1714 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with ..., Volume 4 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1709 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd ..., Volume 4 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1714 |
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Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Blood Brother Buck Buckingham Calchas Caufe Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Coufin Curfe Death defire Diomede doth Duke Duke of York e'er Edward elfe Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes fafe faid Father fear felf felves fhall fhew fhould flain fome fpeak Friends ftand ftay ftill ftrange fuch fweet give Goths Grace Haftings Hand hath hear Heart Heav'n Hector Henry himſelf Honour i'th King Lady laft Lavinia lefs Lord Lord Chamberlain Love Lucius Madam Martius Menelaus moft morrow moſt muft muſt Noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Peace pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Priam Prince Queen Reafon reft Rich Rome ſhall Soul ſpeak Sword tell thee thefe Ther theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art Titus Troi Troilus unto Vlyf Warwick whofe
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Página 1775 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou...
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Página 1775 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not ; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
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Página 1747 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
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