The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Том 4H. Lintott, 1740 |
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... should , On fome known ground of treachery in him ? Gaunt . As near as I could fift him on that argument , On fome apparent Danger seen in him Aim'd at your Highness ; no invet'rate malice . K. Rich . Then call them to our prefence ...
... should , On fome known ground of treachery in him ? Gaunt . As near as I could fift him on that argument , On fome apparent Danger seen in him Aim'd at your Highness ; no invet'rate malice . K. Rich . Then call them to our prefence ...
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... Should nothing priv'lege him , nor partialize Th ' unftooping firmnefs of my upright foul . He is our Subject , Mowbray , fo art thou ; Free fpeech , and fearless , I to thee allow . Mowb . Then , Bolingbroke , as low as to thy heart ...
... Should nothing priv'lege him , nor partialize Th ' unftooping firmnefs of my upright foul . He is our Subject , Mowbray , fo art thou ; Free fpeech , and fearless , I to thee allow . Mowb . Then , Bolingbroke , as low as to thy heart ...
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... should say , was too ftrict to make mine own away : Ï But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue , Against my will , to do my felf this wrong . A partial flander fought I to avoid , And in the Sentence my own life deftroy'd . K. Rich ...
... should say , was too ftrict to make mine own away : Ï But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue , Against my will , to do my felf this wrong . A partial flander fought I to avoid , And in the Sentence my own life deftroy'd . K. Rich ...
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... Should fo prophane the word , That taught me craft To counterfeit oppreflion of fuch grief , That words feem'd buried in my forrow's Grave . Marry , would the word farewel have lengthen'd hours , And added years to his short Banishment ...
... Should fo prophane the word , That taught me craft To counterfeit oppreflion of fuch grief , That words feem'd buried in my forrow's Grave . Marry , would the word farewel have lengthen'd hours , And added years to his short Banishment ...
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... should fay , was too ftrict to make mine own away : Ï But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue , Against my will , to do my felf this wrong . A partial flander fought I to avoid , And in the Sentence my own life deftroy'd . K. Rich ...
... should fay , was too ftrict to make mine own away : Ï But you gave leave to my unwilling tongue , Against my will , to do my felf this wrong . A partial flander fought I to avoid , And in the Sentence my own life deftroy'd . K. Rich ...
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