Shakespeare's plays, abridged and revised for the use of girls by R. Baughan. Book 1, containing the tragedies and historical plays, Том 221 |
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... 'll request your presence . Ban . Let your highness Command upon me ; to the which , my duties Are with a most indissoluble tie For ever knit . Mach . Ride you this afternoon ? eterne . Macb . There's comfort yet ; they are MACBETH . 5.
... 'll request your presence . Ban . Let your highness Command upon me ; to the which , my duties Are with a most indissoluble tie For ever knit . Mach . Ride you this afternoon ? eterne . Macb . There's comfort yet ; they are MACBETH . 5.
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... highness . Macb . Well then Have you considered of my speeches ? now , Enter Lady MACBETH . [ Exeunt . Lady M. Nought's had , all's spent Where our desire is got without content ; ' Tis safer to be that which we destroy , Than , by ...
... highness . Macb . Well then Have you considered of my speeches ? now , Enter Lady MACBETH . [ Exeunt . Lady M. Nought's had , all's spent Where our desire is got without content ; ' Tis safer to be that which we destroy , Than , by ...
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... highness sit ? Enter the Ghost of BANQUO and sits in MACBETH'S place . Macb . Here had we now our country's honour roof'd , Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present : Who may I rather challenge for unkindness Than pity for mischance ...
... highness sit ? Enter the Ghost of BANQUO and sits in MACBETH'S place . Macb . Here had we now our country's honour roof'd , Were the grac'd person of our Banquo present : Who may I rather challenge for unkindness Than pity for mischance ...
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... highness . [ Exit Bastard . Eli . Come , hither , little kinsman ; hark , a word . [ She takes ARTH . aside . K. John . Come , hither , Hubert . O , my gentle Hubert , We owe thee much ; within this wall of flesh There is a soul counts ...
... highness . [ Exit Bastard . Eli . Come , hither , little kinsman ; hark , a word . [ She takes ARTH . aside . K. John . Come , hither , Hubert . O , my gentle Hubert , We owe thee much ; within this wall of flesh There is a soul counts ...
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... highness yet doth speak ; and holds belief , That , being brought into the open air , It would allay the burning quality Of that fell poison which assaileth him . P. Hen . Let him be brought into the orchard here.- Doth he still rage ...
... highness yet doth speak ; and holds belief , That , being brought into the open air , It would allay the burning quality Of that fell poison which assaileth him . P. Hen . Let him be brought into the orchard here.- Doth he still rage ...
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Antony arms art thou Banquo bear blood Boling breath brother Brutus Cæsar Cassius Cordelia Coriolanus cousin crown dead dear death deed dost doth duke England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool France friends gentle Ghost give GLOSTER grace grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Julius Cæsar Kath Kent Lady Laer LAERTES Lear live look lord Lord Chamberlain Macb MACBETH Macd Macduff madam majesty Mark Antony mother murther never night noble Northumberland o'er Ophelia peace POLONIUS pray prince Queen Re-enter Rich Rome Romeo SCENE.-A SCENE.-The shame sleep sorrow soul speak sweet sword tears tell Thane thee thine thou art thou hast thought Titinius to-night tongue Tybalt uncle unto villain Volumnius wife wilt word
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Страница 27 - You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well. For mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way, you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say better?
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