The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Том 2George Dearborn, 1836 |
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... poor earl's daughter is unequal odds : And therefore may be broke without offence . My tender youth was never yet attaint With any passion of inflaming love , I cannot tell ; but this I am assur'd , I feel such sharp dissension in my ...
... poor earl's daughter is unequal odds : And therefore may be broke without offence . My tender youth was never yet attaint With any passion of inflaming love , I cannot tell ; but this I am assur'd , I feel such sharp dissension in my ...
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... poor Suffolk ten times banished , Once by the king , and three times thrice by thee . " Tis not the land I care for , wert thou hence ; * A wilderness is populous enough , * So Suffolk had thy heavenly company : For where thou art ...
... poor Suffolk ten times banished , Once by the king , and three times thrice by thee . " Tis not the land I care for , wert thou hence ; * A wilderness is populous enough , * So Suffolk had thy heavenly company : For where thou art ...
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... poor well pleased from my gate . Cade . Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for a stray , for entering his fec - simple without leave . Ah , villain , thou wilt betray me , and get a thousand crowns of the king for carrying my ...
... poor well pleased from my gate . Cade . Here's the lord of the soil come to seize me for a stray , for entering his fec - simple without leave . Ah , villain , thou wilt betray me , and get a thousand crowns of the king for carrying my ...
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... poor esquire of Kent , that loves his king . * Buck . So please it you , my lord , ' twere not amiss * He were created knight for his good service . " K. Hen . Iden , kneel down ; [ He kneels . ] Rise ‹ up a knight . We give thee for ...
... poor esquire of Kent , that loves his king . * Buck . So please it you , my lord , ' twere not amiss * He were created knight for his good service . " K. Hen . Iden , kneel down ; [ He kneels . ] Rise ‹ up a knight . We give thee for ...
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... poor York ! but that I hate thee deadly , I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal . I should lament thy miserable state . I pr'ythee , grieve , to make me merry , York ; Stamp , rave , and fret , that I may sing and dance . What ...
... poor York ! but that I hate thee deadly , I give thee this to dry thy cheeks withal . I should lament thy miserable state . I pr'ythee , grieve , to make me merry , York ; Stamp , rave , and fret , that I may sing and dance . What ...
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