The Plays of Shakspeare, Том 12Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... better husband . Anne . His better doth not breathe upon the earth . Glo . He lives that loves thee better than he could . Anne . Name him . Glo . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he . Glo . The selfsame name , but one of better ...
... better husband . Anne . His better doth not breathe upon the earth . Glo . He lives that loves thee better than he could . Anne . Name him . Glo . Anne . Plantagenet . Why , that was he . Glo . The selfsame name , but one of better ...
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... Glo . To thee , that hast nor honesty nor grace . When have I injured thee ? when done thee wrong ! Or thee ? or thee ? or any of your faction ? A plague upon you all ! His would wish ! -- Whom God preserve better than you Scene 3. ]
... Glo . To thee , that hast nor honesty nor grace . When have I injured thee ? when done thee wrong ! Or thee ? or thee ? or any of your faction ? A plague upon you all ! His would wish ! -- Whom God preserve better than you Scene 3. ]
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William Shakespeare Henry Morley. would wish ! -- Whom God preserve better than you Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing - while , But you must trouble him with lewd complaints . Q. Eliz . Brother of Gloster , you mistake the matter . The ...
William Shakespeare Henry Morley. would wish ! -- Whom God preserve better than you Cannot be quiet scarce a breathing - while , But you must trouble him with lewd complaints . Q. Eliz . Brother of Gloster , you mistake the matter . The ...
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... better blood than his or thine . Glo . In all which time you and your husband Grey Were factious for the house of Lancaster : And , Rivers , so were you . Was not your husband In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain ? Let me put in ...
... better blood than his or thine . Glo . In all which time you and your husband Grey Were factious for the house of Lancaster : And , Rivers , so were you . Was not your husband In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain ? Let me put in ...
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... better , sir , than to be tedious . Let him see our commission ; talk no more . [ Brakenbury reads it . Brak . I am , in this , commanded to deliver The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands : I will not reason what is meant hereby ...
... better , sir , than to be tedious . Let him see our commission ; talk no more . [ Brakenbury reads it . Brak . I am , in this , commanded to deliver The noble Duke of Clarence to your hands : I will not reason what is meant hereby ...
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Anne Anne Boleyn bear bless blood brother Buck Buckingham Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence conscience Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell crown curse daughter dead death Dorset doth Duch Duke Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz Elizabeth Enter Exit eyes fair farewell father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hath haue hear heart Heaven holy honour hope house of Lancaster house of Yorke Kath Katharine King Henry VIII King Richard King's lady live look Lord Cardinal Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings loue LOVELL madam mother Murd murder noble NORFOLK peace pity play poor pray prince Queen RATCLIFF Rich Richmond royal SCENE Shakespeare Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Lovell sorrow soul souldiers speak Stan stand Stanley sweet tell thee There's tongue Tower unto Warwike weep wife Wolsey York
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Страница 108 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Страница 32 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
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