The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Том 4C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... Tell me , thou fellow , is not France forsworn ? Envenom him with words ; or get thee gone , And leave these woes alone , which I alone Am bound to under - bear . Sal . Pardon me , madam , I may not go without you to the kings . Const ...
... Tell me , thou fellow , is not France forsworn ? Envenom him with words ; or get thee gone , And leave these woes alone , which I alone Am bound to under - bear . Sal . Pardon me , madam , I may not go without you to the kings . Const ...
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... Tell him this tale ; and from the mouth of Eng- land , Add thus much more , -That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions ; But as we under heaven are supreme head , So under him , that great supremacy , Where we do reign ...
... Tell him this tale ; and from the mouth of Eng- land , Add thus much more , -That no Italian priest Shall tithe or toll in our dominions ; But as we under heaven are supreme head , So under him , that great supremacy , Where we do reign ...
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... tell me , how you would bestow yourself . This royal hand and mine are newly knit ; And the conjunction of our inward souls Married in league , coupled and link'd together With all religions strength of sacred vows ; The latest breath ...
... tell me , how you would bestow yourself . This royal hand and mine are newly knit ; And the conjunction of our inward souls Married in league , coupled and link'd together With all religions strength of sacred vows ; The latest breath ...
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... tell thee what , my friend , He is a very serpent in my way ; And , wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread , He lies before me : Dost thou understand me ? Thou art his keeper . Hub . And I will keep him so , That he shall not offend ...
... tell thee what , my friend , He is a very serpent in my way ; And , wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread , He lies before me : Dost thou understand me ? Thou art his keeper . Hub . And I will keep him so , That he shall not offend ...
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... tell my tale in express words ; Deep shame had struck me dumb , made me break off , And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me : But thou didst understand me by my signs , And didst in signs again parley with sin ; Yea , without ...
... tell my tale in express words ; Deep shame had struck me dumb , made me break off , And those thy fears might have wrought fears in me : But thou didst understand me by my signs , And didst in signs again parley with sin ; Yea , without ...
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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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