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 1563
Who ever got thee , there thy Mother stands , For well I wot , thou hast thy Mother's Tongue . Queen . But thou art neither like thy Sire nor Dam , But like a foul milhapen Stigmatick , Mark'd by the Destinies to be avoided ...
Who ever got thee , there thy Mother stands , For well I wot , thou hast thy Mother's Tongue . Queen . But thou art neither like thy Sire nor Dam , But like a foul milhapen Stigmatick , Mark'd by the Destinies to be avoided ...
Strana 1569
How will my Mother , for a Father's Death , Take on with me , and ne'er be satisfy'd ? Fath . How will my Wife , for slaughter of my Son , Shed Seas of Tears , and ne'er be fatisfy'd ?? K. Henry . How will the Country , for the woful ...
How will my Mother , for a Father's Death , Take on with me , and ne'er be satisfy'd ? Fath . How will my Wife , for slaughter of my Son , Shed Seas of Tears , and ne'er be fatisfy'd ?? K. Henry . How will the Country , for the woful ...
Strana 1579
Why , Love forswore me in my Mother's Womb : And , for I should not deal in her soft Laws , She did corrupt frail Nature with some Bribe , To shrink mine Arm like to a wither'd Ihrub , To make an envious Mountain on my Back , Where fits ...
Why , Love forswore me in my Mother's Womb : And , for I should not deal in her soft Laws , She did corrupt frail Nature with some Bribe , To shrink mine Arm like to a wither'd Ihrub , To make an envious Mountain on my Back , Where fits ...
Strana 1612
Ob , Ned , sweet Ned , speak to thy Mother , Boy . Can'lt thou not speak ? O Traitors , Murdereis ! They that stabb'd César , thed no Blood at all , Did not offend , nor were not worthy Blame , If this foul Deed were by , to equal it .
Ob , Ned , sweet Ned , speak to thy Mother , Boy . Can'lt thou not speak ? O Traitors , Murdereis ! They that stabb'd César , thed no Blood at all , Did not offend , nor were not worthy Blame , If this foul Deed were by , to equal it .
Strana 1614
... aboding luckless time ; Dogs howl'd , and hidrous Tempest shook down Trees ; The Raven rook'd her on the Chimney's top , Arid chattering Pyes in dismal Discords sung : Thy Mothei felt more than a Mother's pain , And yet brought ...
... aboding luckless time ; Dogs howl'd , and hidrous Tempest shook down Trees ; The Raven rook'd her on the Chimney's top , Arid chattering Pyes in dismal Discords sung : Thy Mothei felt more than a Mother's pain , And yet brought ...
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