The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts. Revis'd and Corrected, with an Account of the Life and Writings of the Author, Svazek 4 |
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Strana 1542
Good Brother , As thou lov't and honourest Arms , Let's fight it out , and not stand cavelling thus . Rich . Sound Drums and Trumpet ' , and the King will fly . York . Sons , Peace . K. Henry . Peace thou , and give King Henry leave to ...
Good Brother , As thou lov't and honourest Arms , Let's fight it out , and not stand cavelling thus . Rich . Sound Drums and Trumpet ' , and the King will fly . York . Sons , Peace . K. Henry . Peace thou , and give King Henry leave to ...
Strana 1551
Brave Warriors , Clifford and Northumberland , Come make him stand upon this Mole - hill here , That caught at Mountains with out - stretched Arms , Yet parted but the shadow with his Hand . What , was it you that would be England's ...
Brave Warriors , Clifford and Northumberland , Come make him stand upon this Mole - hill here , That caught at Mountains with out - stretched Arms , Yet parted but the shadow with his Hand . What , was it you that would be England's ...
Strana 1555
... Methought be bore him in the thickest Troop , As doth a Lion in a Herd of Neat ; Or as a Bear encompass'd round with Dogs , Who having pincht a few , and made them cry ; The rest stand all aloof , and bark at him .
... Methought be bore him in the thickest Troop , As doth a Lion in a Herd of Neat ; Or as a Bear encompass'd round with Dogs , Who having pincht a few , and made them cry ; The rest stand all aloof , and bark at him .
Strana 1562
Ay , Crook - back , here I stand to answer thee , Or any he , the proudest of thy fort . Rich . ' Twas you that kill'd young Rutland , was it not ? ? Clif . Ay , and old York , and yet not satisfy'd . Rich .
Ay , Crook - back , here I stand to answer thee , Or any he , the proudest of thy fort . Rich . ' Twas you that kill'd young Rutland , was it not ? ? Clif . Ay , and old York , and yet not satisfy'd . Rich .
Strana 1565
Then let the Earth be drunken with our Blood ; I'll kill my Horse because I will not fly : Why stand we like soft - hearted Women here , Wailing our Losses , while the Foe doth rage , And look upon , as if the Tragedy Were plaid in jest ...
Then let the Earth be drunken with our Blood ; I'll kill my Horse because I will not fly : Why stand we like soft - hearted Women here , Wailing our Losses , while the Foe doth rage , And look upon , as if the Tragedy Were plaid in jest ...
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