The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Том 2Andrus, Judd, & Frnaklin, 1838 |
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... tell me , keeper , will my nephew come ? 1 Keep . Richard Plantagenet , my lord , will come : We sent unto the Temple , to his chamber ; And answer was return'd , that he will come . Mor . Enough ; my soul shall then be satisfied.- Poor ...
... tell me , keeper , will my nephew come ? 1 Keep . Richard Plantagenet , my lord , will come : We sent unto the Temple , to his chamber ; And answer was return'd , that he will come . Mor . Enough ; my soul shall then be satisfied.- Poor ...
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... tell thee , Suffolk , why I am unmeet . First , for I cannot flatter thee in pride ; * Next , if I be appointed for the place , * My lord of Somerset will keep me here , * Without discharge , money , or furniture , Till France be won ...
... tell thee , Suffolk , why I am unmeet . First , for I cannot flatter thee in pride ; * Next , if I be appointed for the place , * My lord of Somerset will keep me here , * Without discharge , money , or furniture , Till France be won ...
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... tell him what miracle . Inhab . Forsooth , a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine , Within this half hour , hath receiv'd his sight ; A man , that ne'er saw in his life before . ' K. Hen . Now , God be prais'd ! that to believing souls ...
... tell him what miracle . Inhab . Forsooth , a blind man at Saint Alban's shrine , Within this half hour , hath receiv'd his sight ; A man , that ne'er saw in his life before . ' K. Hen . Now , God be prais'd ! that to believing souls ...
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... tell thee whence thou cam'st , of whom deriv'd , Were shame enough to shame thee , wert thou not shameless . Thy father bears the type of king of Naples , Of both the Sicils , and Jerusalem ; Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman ...
... tell thee whence thou cam'st , of whom deriv'd , Were shame enough to shame thee , wert thou not shameless . Thy father bears the type of king of Naples , Of both the Sicils , and Jerusalem ; Yet not so wealthy as an English yeoman ...
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... Tell our devotion with revengeful arms ? If for the last , say - Ay , and to it , lords . War . Why , therefore Warwick came to you out ; SCENE II . - Before York . Enter King Henry , Queen Margaret , the Prince of Wales , Clifford ...
... Tell our devotion with revengeful arms ? If for the last , say - Ay , and to it , lords . War . Why , therefore Warwick came to you out ; SCENE II . - Before York . Enter King Henry , Queen Margaret , the Prince of Wales , Clifford ...
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Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus art thou bear blood brother Brutus Buck Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shalt 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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