The Works of Mr. William Shakespear: In Six Volumes ; Adorn'd with CutsJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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... those breathing Lives to die in Beds , That here come Sacrifices for the Field ; Perfevere not , but hear me , mighty Kings . K. John . Speak on ; with Favour we are bent to hear . Citi . That Daughter there of Spain , the Lady Blanch ...
... those breathing Lives to die in Beds , That here come Sacrifices for the Field ; Perfevere not , but hear me , mighty Kings . K. John . Speak on ; with Favour we are bent to hear . Citi . That Daughter there of Spain , the Lady Blanch ...
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... those words to me . Baft . And hang a Calves - skin on thofe recreant Limbs . Auft . Thou dar'ft not fay fo , Villain , for thy Life . Baft . And hang a Calves - skin on thofe recreant Limbs . K. John . We like not this , thou doft ...
... those words to me . Baft . And hang a Calves - skin on thofe recreant Limbs . Auft . Thou dar'ft not fay fo , Villain , for thy Life . Baft . And hang a Calves - skin on thofe recreant Limbs . K. John . We like not this , thou doft ...
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... those thy Fears , might have wrought Fears in me : But thou didst understand me by my Signs , And didft in Signs again parley with Sin , Yea , without ftop didft let thy Heart confent , And confequently thy rude Hand to ac The Deed ...
... those thy Fears , might have wrought Fears in me : But thou didst understand me by my Signs , And didft in Signs again parley with Sin , Yea , without ftop didft let thy Heart confent , And confequently thy rude Hand to ac The Deed ...
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... those seven are dry'd by Nature's Course ; Some of those Branches by the Deftinies cut : But Thomas , my dear Lord , my Life , my Glo'fter ; One Vial full of Edward's facred Blood , One flourishing Branch of his moft Royal Root , Is ...
... those seven are dry'd by Nature's Course ; Some of those Branches by the Deftinies cut : But Thomas , my dear Lord , my Life , my Glo'fter ; One Vial full of Edward's facred Blood , One flourishing Branch of his moft Royal Root , Is ...
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... General , to fue His Livery , and deny his offer'd Homage , You pluck a thoufand Dangers on your Head , You lofe a thousand well difpofed Hearts , And And prick my tender Patience to those Thoughts Which Honour 1072 The Life and Death.
... General , to fue His Livery , and deny his offer'd Homage , You pluck a thoufand Dangers on your Head , You lofe a thousand well difpofed Hearts , And And prick my tender Patience to those Thoughts Which Honour 1072 The Life and Death.
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