The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Том 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... tear the Crown from the Ufurper's Head . Edw . Sweet Father do fo , fet it on your Head . Mount . Good Brother , As thou lov't and honoureft Arms , Let's fight it out , and not ftand cavelling thus . fy . Rich . Sound Drums and Trumpet ...
... tear the Crown from the Ufurper's Head . Edw . Sweet Father do fo , fet it on your Head . Mount . Good Brother , As thou lov't and honoureft Arms , Let's fight it out , and not ftand cavelling thus . fy . Rich . Sound Drums and Trumpet ...
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... Tear can fall for Rutland's Death , Why art thou patient , Man ? thou should'st be mad : And I , to make thee mad , do mock thee thus ; Stamp , rave and fret , that I may fing and dance . Thou would't be fee'd , I fee , to make me sport ...
... Tear can fall for Rutland's Death , Why art thou patient , Man ? thou should'st be mad : And I , to make thee mad , do mock thee thus ; Stamp , rave and fret , that I may fing and dance . Thou would't be fee'd , I fee , to make me sport ...
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... Tears are my fweet Rutland's Oof quies , And every drop cries vengeance to his Death , ' Gainft thee , fell Clifford , and thee , falfe French Woman . North . Befhrew me , but his Paffions move me fo , That hardly can I check mine Eyes ...
... Tears are my fweet Rutland's Oof quies , And every drop cries vengeance to his Death , ' Gainft thee , fell Clifford , and thee , falfe French Woman . North . Befhrew me , but his Paffions move me fo , That hardly can I check mine Eyes ...
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... Tears : This Cloth thou dip'dft in Blood of my fweet Boy , And I with Tears do wash the Blood away . Keep thou the Napkin , and go boast of this , And if thou tell'ft the heavy Story right , Upon my Soul , the Hearers will shed Tears ...
... Tears : This Cloth thou dip'dft in Blood of my fweet Boy , And I with Tears do wash the Blood away . Keep thou the Napkin , and go boast of this , And if thou tell'ft the heavy Story right , Upon my Soul , the Hearers will shed Tears ...
Сторінка 1557
... Tears would quench . To weep , is to make lefs the depth of Grief : Tears then for Babes ; Blows and Revenge for me . Richard , I bear thy Name , I'll venge thy Death , Or die renowned by attempting it . Edw . His Name that valiant Duke ...
... Tears would quench . To weep , is to make lefs the depth of Grief : Tears then for Babes ; Blows and Revenge for me . Richard , I bear thy Name , I'll venge thy Death , Or die renowned by attempting it . Edw . His Name that valiant Duke ...
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