The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Том 4C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... sweet sir , at yours : And , so , ere answer knows what question would ( Saving in dialogue of compliment ; And ... Sweet , sweet , sweet poison for the age's tooth : Which , though I will not practise to deceive , Yet , to avoid deceit ...
... sweet sir , at yours : And , so , ere answer knows what question would ( Saving in dialogue of compliment ; And ... Sweet , sweet , sweet poison for the age's tooth : Which , though I will not practise to deceive , Yet , to avoid deceit ...
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... sweet lout . K. Phi . I am perplex'd , and know not what to say . Pand . What canst thou say , but will perplex thee more , If thou stand excommunicate , and curs'd ? K. Phi . Good reverend father , make my person yours , And tell me ...
... sweet lout . K. Phi . I am perplex'd , and know not what to say . Pand . What canst thou say , but will perplex thee more , If thou stand excommunicate , and curs'd ? K. Phi . Good reverend father , make my person yours , And tell me ...
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... sweet world's taste , That it yields nought , but shame , and bitterness . Pand . Before the curing of a strong disease , Even in the instant of repair and health , The fit is strongest ; evils , that take leave , On their departure ...
... sweet world's taste , That it yields nought , but shame , and bitterness . Pand . Before the curing of a strong disease , Even in the instant of repair and health , The fit is strongest ; evils , that take leave , On their departure ...
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... sweet child's death . K. John . We cannot hold mortality's strong hand : - Good lords , although my will to give is living , The suit which you demand is gone and dead : He tells us , Arthur is deceas'd to - night . Sal . Indeed , we ...
... sweet child's death . K. John . We cannot hold mortality's strong hand : - Good lords , although my will to give is living , The suit which you demand is gone and dead : He tells us , Arthur is deceas'd to - night . Sal . Indeed , we ...
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... sweet life , And breathing to his breathless excellence The incense of a vow , a holy vow ; Never to taste the pleasures of the world , Never to be infected with delight , Nor conversant with ease and idleness , ' Till I have set a ...
... sweet life , And breathing to his breathless excellence The incense of a vow , a holy vow ; Never to taste the pleasures of the world , Never to be infected with delight , Nor conversant with ease and idleness , ' Till I have set a ...
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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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