The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Том 4C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... heaven , and you , and I , shall hear . Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire , who whis- pers ESSEX . Esser . My liege , here is the strangest contro- versy , Come from the country to be judg'd by you , That e'er I heard : Shall I ...
... heaven , and you , and I , shall hear . Enter the Sheriff of Northamptonshire , who whis- pers ESSEX . Esser . My liege , here is the strangest contro- versy , Come from the country to be judg'd by you , That e'er I heard : Shall I ...
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... heaven , and to my mother ; Of that I doubt , as all men's children may . Eli . Out on thee , rude man ! thou dost shame thy mother , And wound her honour with this diffidence . Bast . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it ; That is ...
... heaven , and to my mother ; Of that I doubt , as all men's children may . Eli . Out on thee , rude man ! thou dost shame thy mother , And wound her honour with this diffidence . Bast . I , madam ? no , I have no reason for it ; That is ...
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... Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge ! Thou art the issue of my dear offence , Which was so strongly urg'd , past my defence . Bast . Now , by this light , were I to get again , Madam , I would not wish a better father . Some ...
... Heaven lay not my transgression to my charge ! Thou art the issue of my dear offence , Which was so strongly urg'd , past my defence . Bast . Now , by this light , were I to get again , Madam , I would not wish a better father . Some ...
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... heaven is theirs , that lift their swords In such a just and charitable war . K. Phi . Well then , to work ; our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this resisting town .-- Call for our chiefest men of discipline , To cull the ...
... heaven is theirs , that lift their swords In such a just and charitable war . K. Phi . Well then , to work ; our cannon shall be bent Against the brows of this resisting town .-- Call for our chiefest men of discipline , To cull the ...
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... heaven . K. Phi . Peace be to England ; if that warreturn From France to England , there to live in peace ! England we love ; and , for that England's sake , With burden of our armour here we sweat : This toil of ours should be a work ...
... heaven . K. Phi . Peace be to England ; if that warreturn From France to England , there to live in peace ! England we love ; and , for that England's sake , With burden of our armour here we sweat : This toil of ours should be a work ...
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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Const cousin crown dead death dost thou doth Duch duke earl Eastcheap England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff Farewell father FAULCONBRIDGE fear France friends Gaunt give Glend grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven HENRY hither honour horse Host Hubert JAMES GURNEY John of Gaunt KING JOHN King Richard Lady Lancaster land liege live look lord majesty master never night noble North Northumberland peace Percy Pist Poins pr'ythee pray prince PRINCE JOHN prince of Wales Queen Re-enter Rich SCENE Shal Shallow shame Sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle Westmoreland wilt word York
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