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
And hy his Soul , thou and thy House Thall rue it . Welt . Plantagenet , of thee and these thy Sons , Thy Kinlmen , and thy Friends , I'll have more lives Thin drops of Blood ' were in my Father's Veins . Clif .
And hy his Soul , thou and thy House Thall rue it . Welt . Plantagenet , of thee and these thy Sons , Thy Kinlmen , and thy Friends , I'll have more lives Thin drops of Blood ' were in my Father's Veins . Clif .
Strana 1549
The sight of any of the House of York Is as a fury to torment my Soul : And ' till I root out their accurfed Line ; And leave not one alive , I live in Hello ThereforeRui . O let me pray before I take my Death : To thee , I prayfweet ...
The sight of any of the House of York Is as a fury to torment my Soul : And ' till I root out their accurfed Line ; And leave not one alive , I live in Hello ThereforeRui . O let me pray before I take my Death : To thee , I prayfweet ...
Strana 1554
Keep thou the Napkin , and go boast of this , And if thou tell'At the heavy Story right , Upon my Soul , the Hearers will Thed Tears : Yea , even my Foes will shed fast - falling Tears , And say , alas , it was a piteous Deed .
Keep thou the Napkin , and go boast of this , And if thou tell'At the heavy Story right , Upon my Soul , the Hearers will Thed Tears : Yea , even my Foes will shed fast - falling Tears , And say , alas , it was a piteous Deed .
Strana 1556
Now my Soul's Palace is become a Prison : Ah , would she break from hence , that this my Body Might in the Ground be closed up in reft ; For never henceforth fhall I joy again , Never , oh never shall I see more joy . Rich .
Now my Soul's Palace is become a Prison : Ah , would she break from hence , that this my Body Might in the Ground be closed up in reft ; For never henceforth fhall I joy again , Never , oh never shall I see more joy . Rich .
Strana 1557
Warwick ! that Plantagenet , Which held thee dearly as his Soul's Redemption , Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to Death . War . Ten days ago I drown'd these News in tears , And now to add more measure to your Woes , I come to tell ...
Warwick ! that Plantagenet , Which held thee dearly as his Soul's Redemption , Is by the stern Lord Clifford done to Death . War . Ten days ago I drown'd these News in tears , And now to add more measure to your Woes , I come to tell ...
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