The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Том 4Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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... Night . [ They go up . War . And when the King comes , offer him no violence , Unless he feek to thruft you out by force . York . The Queen this day here holds her Parliament , But little thinks we fhall be of her Counsel ; By Words or ...
... Night . [ They go up . War . And when the King comes , offer him no violence , Unless he feek to thruft you out by force . York . The Queen this day here holds her Parliament , But little thinks we fhall be of her Counsel ; By Words or ...
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... Night . Now fways it this way , like the felf - fame Sea , Forc'd by the Tide to combat with the Wind : Now fways it that way , like the telf - fame Sea , Forc'd to retire by fury of the Wind . Sometime , the Flood prevails , and then ...
... Night . Now fways it this way , like the felf - fame Sea , Forc'd by the Tide to combat with the Wind : Now fways it that way , like the telf - fame Sea , Forc'd to retire by fury of the Wind . Sometime , the Flood prevails , and then ...
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... Night , yield both my Life and ther To fome Man elfe , as this dead Man doth me . Who's this ? Oh God ! it is my Father's Face , Whom in this Conflict , I , unawares , have kill'di Oh heavy times ! begetting fuch events . From London ...
... Night , yield both my Life and ther To fome Man elfe , as this dead Man doth me . Who's this ? Oh God ! it is my Father's Face , Whom in this Conflict , I , unawares , have kill'di Oh heavy times ! begetting fuch events . From London ...
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... Night's Coverture , Thy Brother being carelefly encamp'd , His Soldiers lurking in the Town about , And but attended by a fimple Guard , We may furprize and take him at our pleasure , Our Scouts have found the Adventure very eafie ...
... Night's Coverture , Thy Brother being carelefly encamp'd , His Soldiers lurking in the Town about , And but attended by a fimple Guard , We may furprize and take him at our pleasure , Our Scouts have found the Adventure very eafie ...
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... Night - foes ? Enter Warwick , Clarence , Oxford , Somerset , and French Soldiers , filent all . War . This is his Tent , and fee where ftands his Guard : Courage , my Masters : Honour now or never : But follow me , and Edward ( hall be ...
... Night - foes ? Enter Warwick , Clarence , Oxford , Somerset , and French Soldiers , filent all . War . This is his Tent , and fee where ftands his Guard : Courage , my Masters : Honour now or never : But follow me , and Edward ( hall be ...
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Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Blood Brother Buck Buckingham Calchas Caufe Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Coufin Crown Curfe Death defire Diomede doth Duke Duke of York e'er Edward Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes fafe faid Farewel Father fear felf felves fent fhall fhew fhould flain fome fpeak Friends ftand ftay ftill fuch fweet give Goths Grace Haftings Hand hath hear Heart Heav'n Hector Henry himſelf Honour i'th King Lady Lavinia lefs Lord Lord Chamberlain Love Lucius Madam Martius moft morrow muft muſt Noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Peace pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Priam Prince Queen Reafon reft Rich Rome ſhall Soul ſpeak Sword Tears tell thee thefe Ther theſe thine thofe thou art Titus Titus Andronicus Tongue Troi Troilus unto Vlyf Warwick whofe
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