The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Том 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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... World , My Soul to Heav'n , my Blood upon your Heads . North . Had he been Slaughter - man to all my Kin , I should not for my Life but weep with him , To fee how inly Sorrow gripes his Soul . Queen . What , weeping ripe , my Lord ...
... World , My Soul to Heav'n , my Blood upon your Heads . North . Had he been Slaughter - man to all my Kin , I should not for my Life but weep with him , To fee how inly Sorrow gripes his Soul . Queen . What , weeping ripe , my Lord ...
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... World , Whate'er it bodes , henceforward will I bear Upon my Target three fair fhining Suns . Rich . Nay , bear three Daughters : By your leave , I sp ak it , You love the Breeder better than the Male . C 2 Enter Enter a Messenger . But ...
... World , Whate'er it bodes , henceforward will I bear Upon my Target three fair fhining Suns . Rich . Nay , bear three Daughters : By your leave , I sp ak it , You love the Breeder better than the Male . C 2 Enter Enter a Messenger . But ...
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... World frowns , and Edward's Sun is clouded . War . How now , my Lord , what hap ? What hope of good ? Enter Clarence . Cla . Our Hap is Lofs , our Hope but fad Defpair , Our Ranks are broke , and Ruin follows us . What What Counsel give ...
... World frowns , and Edward's Sun is clouded . War . How now , my Lord , what hap ? What hope of good ? Enter Clarence . Cla . Our Hap is Lofs , our Hope but fad Defpair , Our Ranks are broke , and Ruin follows us . What What Counsel give ...
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... World , but Grief and Woe ? Oh God ! methinks it were a happy Life , To be no better than a homely Swain , To fit upon a Hill , as I do now , To carve out Dials queintly , point by point , Thereby to fee the Minutes how they run : How ...
... World , but Grief and Woe ? Oh God ! methinks it were a happy Life , To be no better than a homely Swain , To fit upon a Hill , as I do now , To carve out Dials queintly , point by point , Thereby to fee the Minutes how they run : How ...
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... World goes hard , When Clifford cannot fpare his Friends an Oath : I know by that he's dead , and by my Soul , If this right hand would buy but two hours life , That I , in all defpight , might rail at him , This hand fhould chop it off ...
... World goes hard , When Clifford cannot fpare his Friends an Oath : I know by that he's dead , and by my Soul , If this right hand would buy but two hours life , That I , in all defpight , might rail at him , This hand fhould chop it off ...
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