The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left, Том 2S. Andrus, 1829 |
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... Madam , According as your ladyship desir'd , By message crav'd , so is lord Talbot come . Count . And he is welcome . What ! is this the man ? Mess . Madam , it is . Count . Is this the scourge of France ? Is this the Talbot , so rsuch ...
... Madam , According as your ladyship desir'd , By message crav'd , so is lord Talbot come . Count . And he is welcome . What ! is this the man ? Mess . Madam , it is . Count . Is this the scourge of France ? Is this the Talbot , so rsuch ...
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... Madam , I have a secret to reveal . Mar. What though I be enthrall'd ? he seems a knight , And will not any way dishonour me . [ Aside . Suff . Lady , vouchsafe to listen what I say . Mur . Perhaps I shall be rescu'd by the French ; And ...
... Madam , I have a secret to reveal . Mar. What though I be enthrall'd ? he seems a knight , And will not any way dishonour me . [ Aside . Suff . Lady , vouchsafe to listen what I say . Mur . Perhaps I shall be rescu'd by the French ; And ...
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... madam ! But , hark you , Margaret ; No princely commendations to my king ? Mar. Such commendations as become a maid , A virgin , and his servant , say to him . Suff . Words sweetly plac'd , and modestly di- rected . But , madam , I must ...
... madam ! But , hark you , Margaret ; No princely commendations to my king ? Mar. Such commendations as become a maid , A virgin , and his servant , say to him . Suff . Words sweetly plac'd , and modestly di- rected . But , madam , I must ...
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... madam , list to me ; For I am bold to counsel you in this . * Although we fancy not the cardinal , * Yet must we join with him , and with the lords , Till we have brought duke Humphrey in disgrace . As for the duke of York , -this late ...
... madam , list to me ; For I am bold to counsel you in this . * Although we fancy not the cardinal , * Yet must we join with him , and with the lords , Till we have brought duke Humphrey in disgrace . As for the duke of York , -this late ...
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... madam , none at all . What call you this ? [ Showing her the papers . Away with them ; let them be clapp'd up close , And kept asunder : -You , madam , shall with us : - ' Stafford , take her to thee . [ Ex . Duch . from above . ' We'll ...
... madam , none at all . What call you this ? [ Showing her the papers . Away with them ; let them be clapp'd up close , And kept asunder : -You , madam , shall with us : - ' Stafford , take her to thee . [ Ex . Duch . from above . ' We'll ...
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Страница 419 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
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Страница 259 - Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description...
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Страница 135 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.