The Plays of William Shakespeare, Том 4T. Bensley, 1803 |
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William Shakespeare. Before the eye and prospect of your town , Have hither march'd to your endamagement : The ... eyes , your winking gates ; And , but for our approach , those sleeping stones , That as a waist do girdle you about ...
William Shakespeare. Before the eye and prospect of your town , Have hither march'd to your endamagement : The ... eyes , your winking gates ; And , but for our approach , those sleeping stones , That as a waist do girdle you about ...
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... eyes cannot be censured : Blood hath bought blood , and blows have answer'd blows ; Strength match'd with strength , and power con- fronted power : Both are alike ; and both alike we like . One must prove greatest : while they weigh so ...
... eyes cannot be censured : Blood hath bought blood , and blows have answer'd blows ; Strength match'd with strength , and power con- fronted power : Both are alike ; and both alike we like . One must prove greatest : while they weigh so ...
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... blood , Holds hand with any princess of the world . K. Phil . What say'st thou , boy ? look in the lady's face . Lew . I do , my lord ; and in her eye I find A wonder , or a wondrous miracle , The shadow 30 . KING JOHN .
... blood , Holds hand with any princess of the world . K. Phil . What say'st thou , boy ? look in the lady's face . Lew . I do , my lord ; and in her eye I find A wonder , or a wondrous miracle , The shadow 30 . KING JOHN .
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... eye ; Which , being but the shadow of your son , Becomes a sun , and makes your son a shadow : I do protest , I never lov'd myself , Till now infixed I beheld myself , Drawn in the flattering table of her eye . [ Whispers with Blanch ...
... eye ; Which , being but the shadow of your son , Becomes a sun , and makes your son a shadow : I do protest , I never lov'd myself , Till now infixed I beheld myself , Drawn in the flattering table of her eye . [ Whispers with Blanch ...
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... eye of fickle France , Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid , From a resolv'd and honourable war , To a most base and vile - concluded peace.- And why rail I on this commodity ? But for because he hath not woo'd me yet : Not that ...
... eye of fickle France , Hath drawn him from his own determin'd aid , From a resolv'd and honourable war , To a most base and vile - concluded peace.- And why rail I on this commodity ? But for because he hath not woo'd me yet : Not that ...
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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother cousin crown Dauphin dead death devil Doll doth duke earl Eastcheap England English Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear France French friends Gaunt gentle give Glo'ster grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host Hubert Kath King Henry King John King Richard Lady land liege live look lord majesty master never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pray prince Prince John prince of Wales Queen Rich SCENE Scroop Shal shame sir John Sir John Falstaff soldier soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle unto villain Westmoreland wilt word York
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