The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare: With Notes, Original and Selected, and Introductory Remarks to Each Play, Том 2Harper & brothers, 1871 |
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... madam , none at none . What call you this ? [ Showing her the papers . ' Away with them ; let them be clapp'd up close , And kept asunder : -You , madam , shall with us : Stafford , take her to thee.- [ Exit Duchess from above . ' We'll ...
... madam , none at none . What call you this ? [ Showing her the papers . ' Away with them ; let them be clapp'd up close , And kept asunder : -You , madam , shall with us : Stafford , take her to thee.- [ Exit Duchess from above . ' We'll ...
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... madam , pardon me . ' Duch . Ay , ay , farewell ; thy office is discharg'd .-- ' Come , Stanley , shall we go ? • ' Stan . Madam , your penance donc , throw off this sheet , And go we to attire you for our journey . ' ' Tis to be fear'd ...
... madam , pardon me . ' Duch . Ay , ay , farewell ; thy office is discharg'd .-- ' Come , Stanley , shall we go ? • ' Stan . Madam , your penance donc , throw off this sheet , And go we to attire you for our journey . ' ' Tis to be fear'd ...
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... Madam , be pa- tient . * K . Hen . O heavenly God ! * Q. Mar. How fares my gracious lord ? Suff . Comfort , my sovereign ! gracious Henry , comfort ! K. Hen . What , doth my lord of Suffolk com- fort me ? Whose dismal tune bereft my ...
... Madam , be pa- tient . * K . Hen . O heavenly God ! * Q. Mar. How fares my gracious lord ? Suff . Comfort , my sovereign ! gracious Henry , comfort ! K. Hen . What , doth my lord of Suffolk com- fort me ? Whose dismal tune bereft my ...
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... Madam , be still ; with reverence may I say ; For every word , you speak in his behalf , Is slander to your royal dignity . ' Suff . Blunt - witted lord , ignoble in demeanour ! If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much , Thy mother took ...
... Madam , be still ; with reverence may I say ; For every word , you speak in his behalf , Is slander to your royal dignity . ' Suff . Blunt - witted lord , ignoble in demeanour ! If ever lady wrong'd her lord so much , Thy mother took ...
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... madam ? Still Lamenting , and mourning for Suffolk's death ? I fear , my love , if that I had been dead , Thou wouldest not have mourn'd so much for me . Q. Mar. No , my love , I should not mourn , but die for thee . • Enter a Messenger ...
... madam ? Still Lamenting , and mourning for Suffolk's death ? I fear , my love , if that I had been dead , Thou wouldest not have mourn'd so much for me . Q. Mar. No , my love , I should not mourn , but die for thee . • Enter a Messenger ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Apem bear blood brother Brutus Cade Cæs Cæsar Cassius Clarence Cleo Cleopatra Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter death dost doth duke duke of York Edward Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hector Holinshed honour house of York Julius Cæsar King Henry King Henry VI lady Lear live look lord Lucius madam Malone Marcius Mark Antony means ne'er never night noble old copy reads Pandarus peace Pericles play Plutarch poet pray prince queen Rich Richard Rome SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Somerset soul speak Steevens Suff Suffolk sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Timon Titus Andronicus Troilus Troilus and Cressida unto Warwick word York
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