The Plays of Shakspeare, Том 12Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... fall of virtuous Lancaster . [ The bearers set down the coffin . Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be't lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear ...
... fall of virtuous Lancaster . [ The bearers set down the coffin . Poor key - cold figure of a holy king ! Pale ashes of the house of Lancaster ! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood ! Be't lawful that I invocate thy ghost , To hear ...
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... fall somewhat into a slower method , - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets , Henry and Edward , As blameful as the executioner ? Anne . Thou art the cause , and most accursed effect . Glo . Your beauty was the ...
... fall somewhat into a slower method , - Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Of these Plantagenets , Henry and Edward , As blameful as the executioner ? Anne . Thou art the cause , and most accursed effect . Glo . Your beauty was the ...
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... that provokéd me . Nay , now dispatch ; ' twas I that stabbed young Edward , - But ' twas thy heavenly face that set me on . [ She lets fall the sword . Take up the sword again , or take up me 26 [ Act I. KING RICHARD THE THIRD .
... that provokéd me . Nay , now dispatch ; ' twas I that stabbed young Edward , - But ' twas thy heavenly face that set me on . [ She lets fall the sword . Take up the sword again , or take up me 26 [ Act I. KING RICHARD THE THIRD .
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... fall out In sharing that which you have pilled from me ! Which of you trembles not that looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects , Yet that , by you deposed , you quake like rebels ? O gentle villain , do not ...
... fall out In sharing that which you have pilled from me ! Which of you trembles not that looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects , Yet that , by you deposed , you quake like rebels ? O gentle villain , do not ...
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... fall'n upon thee ; And God , not we , hath plagued thy bloody deed . Q. Eliz . So just is God , to right the innocent . Hast . O , ' twas the foulest deed to slay that babe , And the most merciless that e'er was heard of ! Riv . Tyrants ...
... fall'n upon thee ; And God , not we , hath plagued thy bloody deed . Q. Eliz . So just is God , to right the innocent . Hast . O , ' twas the foulest deed to slay that babe , And the most merciless that e'er was heard of ! Riv . Tyrants ...
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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.
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