The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Հատոր 4Jacob Tonson, 1709 |
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Էջ 1562
... God's . fake , Lords , give Signal to the Fight . War . What fay'ft thou , Henry , Wilt thou yield the Crown ? Queen . Why how now , long tongu'd Warwick , dare you When you and I met at St. Albans laft , Your Legs did better Service ...
... God's . fake , Lords , give Signal to the Fight . War . What fay'ft thou , Henry , Wilt thou yield the Crown ? Queen . Why how now , long tongu'd Warwick , dare you When you and I met at St. Albans laft , Your Legs did better Service ...
Էջ 1566
... God will , there be the Victory : For Margaret my Queen , and Clifford too Have chid me from the Battel , iwearing both , They profper beft of all when I am thence . Would Would I were dead , if God's good will were 1567 The Third Part of.
... God will , there be the Victory : For Margaret my Queen , and Clifford too Have chid me from the Battel , iwearing both , They profper beft of all when I am thence . Would Would I were dead , if God's good will were 1567 The Third Part of.
Էջ 1567
... God's good will were fo : For what is in this World , but Grief and Woe ? Oh God ! methinks it were a happy Life , To be no better than a homely Swain , To fit upon a Hill , as I do now , To carve out Dials queintly , point by point ...
... God's good will were fo : For what is in this World , but Grief and Woe ? Oh God ! methinks it were a happy Life , To be no better than a homely Swain , To fit upon a Hill , as I do now , To carve out Dials queintly , point by point ...
Էջ 1568
... God ! it is my Father's Face , Whom in this Conflict , I , unawares , have kill'd : Oh heavy times ! begetting fuch events . From London , by the King was I preft forth , My Father being the Earl of Warwick's Man Came on the part of ...
... God ! it is my Father's Face , Whom in this Conflict , I , unawares , have kill'd : Oh heavy times ! begetting fuch events . From London , by the King was I preft forth , My Father being the Earl of Warwick's Man Came on the part of ...
Էջ 1575
... God's Name lead , your King's Name be o- And what God will , that let your King perform , [ bey'd , And , what he will , I humbly yield unto . [ Excunt . Enter King Edward , Gloucefter , Clarence , and Lady Gray . K. Edw . Brother of ...
... God's Name lead , your King's Name be o- And what God will , that let your King perform , [ bey'd , And , what he will , I humbly yield unto . [ Excunt . Enter King Edward , Gloucefter , Clarence , and Lady Gray . K. Edw . Brother of ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1714 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Հատոր 4 William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1709 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd ..., Հատոր 4 William Shakespeare Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1714 |
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