King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV. Part 1 ; King Henry IV. Part 2 ; Henry V ; King Henry VI. Part 1 ; King Henry VI. Part 2Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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Сторінка 985
... leave a while ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . Baft . Philip , Sparrow , James , There's Toys abroad , anon I'll tell thee more . [ Exit James . Madam , I was not old Sir Robert's Son , Sir Robert might have eat his Part in me Upon ...
... leave a while ? Gur . Good leave , good Philip . Baft . Philip , Sparrow , James , There's Toys abroad , anon I'll tell thee more . [ Exit James . Madam , I was not old Sir Robert's Son , Sir Robert might have eat his Part in me Upon ...
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... leave your Children , Wives , and you in Peace . But if you fondly pass our proffer'd Offer , ' Tis not the Rounder of your old - fac'd Walls Can hide you from our Meffengers of War ; Though all these English , and their Difcipline ...
... leave your Children , Wives , and you in Peace . But if you fondly pass our proffer'd Offer , ' Tis not the Rounder of your old - fac'd Walls Can hide you from our Meffengers of War ; Though all these English , and their Difcipline ...
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... leave his native Channel , and o'er - fwell , With Course disturb'd , even thy confining Shores ; Unless thou let his Silver Water keep A peaceful Progrefs to the Ocean . K. Philip . England , thou haft not fav'd one Drop of Blood In ...
... leave his native Channel , and o'er - fwell , With Course disturb'd , even thy confining Shores ; Unless thou let his Silver Water keep A peaceful Progrefs to the Ocean . K. Philip . England , thou haft not fav'd one Drop of Blood In ...
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... Leave them as naked as the vulgar Air : That done , diffever your united Strengths , And part your mingled Colours once again . Turn Face to Face , and bloody Point to Point ; Then in a Moment Fortune fhall cull forth , Out of one side ...
... Leave them as naked as the vulgar Air : That done , diffever your united Strengths , And part your mingled Colours once again . Turn Face to Face , and bloody Point to Point ; Then in a Moment Fortune fhall cull forth , Out of one side ...
Сторінка 1003
... leave thefe Woes alone , which I alone Am bound to under - bear . Sal . Pardon me , Madam , I may not go without you to the Kings . Conft . Thou may'ft , thou fhalt , I will not go with thee . I will inftruct my Sorrows to be proud ...
... leave thefe Woes alone , which I alone Am bound to under - bear . Sal . Pardon me , Madam , I may not go without you to the Kings . Conft . Thou may'ft , thou fhalt , I will not go with thee . I will inftruct my Sorrows to be proud ...
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