William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, Том 2S. Andrus and Son, 1852 |
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... hour in a month . Alen . They want their porridge , and their fat bull - beeves : Either they must be dieted like mules , And have their provender tied to their mouths , Or piteous they will look , like drowned mice . Reig . Let's raise ...
... hour in a month . Alen . They want their porridge , and their fat bull - beeves : Either they must be dieted like mules , And have their provender tied to their mouths , Or piteous they will look , like drowned mice . Reig . Let's raise ...
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... hour is not yet come : I must go victual Orleans forthwith . O'ertake me , if thou canst ; I scorn thy strength . Go , go ; cheer up thy hunger - starved men ; Help Salisbury to make his testament : This day is ours , as many more shall ...
... hour is not yet come : I must go victual Orleans forthwith . O'ertake me , if thou canst ; I scorn thy strength . Go , go ; cheer up thy hunger - starved men ; Help Salisbury to make his testament : This day is ours , as many more shall ...
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... hour , These eyes , that see thee now well coloured , Shall see thee wither'd , bloody , pale , and dead . [ Drum afar off Hark ! hark ! the dauphin's drum , a warning bell , Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul ; And mine shall ring ...
... hour , These eyes , that see thee now well coloured , Shall see thee wither'd , bloody , pale , and dead . [ Drum afar off Hark ! hark ! the dauphin's drum , a warning bell , Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul ; And mine shall ring ...
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... hours they will be at his aid . Lucy . Too late comes rescue ; he is ta'en or slain : For fly he could not , if he ... hour , I shrink , and run away . Here , on my knee , I beg mortality , Rather than life preserv'd with infamy . Tal ...
... hours they will be at his aid . Lucy . Too late comes rescue ; he is ta'en or slain : For fly he could not , if he ... hour , I shrink , and run away . Here , on my knee , I beg mortality , Rather than life preserv'd with infamy . Tal ...
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... hour that was appointed me , To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess : • Uneath3 may she endure the flinty streets , To tread them with her tender - feeling feet . Sweet Nell , ill can thy noble mind abrook The abject people , gazing ...
... hour that was appointed me , To watch the coming of my punish'd duchess : • Uneath3 may she endure the flinty streets , To tread them with her tender - feeling feet . Sweet Nell , ill can thy noble mind abrook The abject people , gazing ...
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Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus arms art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suff Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
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