The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Том 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Сторінка 1542
... fight it out , and not ftand cavelling thus . fy . Rich . Sound Drums and Trumpet , and the King will Tork . Sons , Peace . K. Henry . Peace thou , and give King Henry leave to speak . War . Plantagenet fhall fpeak firft : Here him ...
... fight it out , and not ftand cavelling thus . fy . Rich . Sound Drums and Trumpet , and the King will Tork . Sons , Peace . K. Henry . Peace thou , and give King Henry leave to speak . War . Plantagenet fhall fpeak firft : Here him ...
Сторінка 1543
... fight in thy defence ; May that ground gape , and fwallow me alive , Where I fhall kneel to him that flew my Father . K. Henry . Oh Clifford , how thy words revive my Heart . York . Henry of Lancaster , refign thy Crown : What mutter ...
... fight in thy defence ; May that ground gape , and fwallow me alive , Where I fhall kneel to him that flew my Father . K. Henry . Oh Clifford , how thy words revive my Heart . York . Henry of Lancaster , refign thy Crown : What mutter ...
Сторінка 1549
... fight of any of the House of York , Is as a fury to torment my Soul : And ' till I root out their accurfed Line , And leave not one alive , I live in Hell . Therefore- Rut . O let me pray before I take my Death : To thee , I pray fweet ...
... fight of any of the House of York , Is as a fury to torment my Soul : And ' till I root out their accurfed Line , And leave not one alive , I live in Hell . Therefore- Rut . O let me pray before I take my Death : To thee , I pray fweet ...
Сторінка 1550
... fight it out : And full as oft come Edward to my fide , With Purple Falchion , painted to the Hilt In Blood of thofe that had encountred him ; And when the hardiest Warriors did retire , Richard cry'd , Charge , and give no foot of ...
... fight it out : And full as oft come Edward to my fide , With Purple Falchion , painted to the Hilt In Blood of thofe that had encountred him ; And when the hardiest Warriors did retire , Richard cry'd , Charge , and give no foot of ...
Сторінка 1551
... fight when they can fly no farther , So Doves do peck the Falcons piercing Talons , So defperate Thieves , all hopeless of their Lives , Breath out Invectives ' gainst the Officers . Tork . Oh , Clifford , but bethink thee once again ...
... fight when they can fly no farther , So Doves do peck the Falcons piercing Talons , So defperate Thieves , all hopeless of their Lives , Breath out Invectives ' gainst the Officers . Tork . Oh , Clifford , but bethink thee once again ...
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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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