The Works of William Shakespeare: King John. King Richard II. First part of King Henry IV. Second part of King Henry IV. King Henry VChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. 1 1 1 THE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . LONDON : ROBSON.
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. 1 1 1 THE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE . LONDON : ROBSON.
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William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. CONTENTS OF VOL . IV . PAGE KING JOHN KING RICHARD II . 1 101 FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV . 203 SECOND PART OF KING HENRY IV . 309 KING HENRY V. 417 KING JOHN . VOL . IV . B KING JOHN.
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. CONTENTS OF VOL . IV . PAGE KING JOHN KING RICHARD II . 1 101 FIRST PART OF KING HENRY IV . 203 SECOND PART OF KING HENRY IV . 309 KING HENRY V. 417 KING JOHN . VOL . IV . B KING JOHN.
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William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. But we will make it subject to this boy . Const . Stay for an answer to your embassy , Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : My Lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. But we will make it subject to this boy . Const . Stay for an answer to your embassy , Lest unadvis'd you stain your swords with blood : My Lord Chatillon may from England bring That right in peace ...
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William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Lions more ( 43 ) confident , mountains and rocks More free from motion ; no , not Death himself In mortal fury half so peremptory , As we to keep this city . Bast . Here's a stay , ( 44 ) That shakes ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Lions more ( 43 ) confident , mountains and rocks More free from motion ; no , not Death himself In mortal fury half so peremptory , As we to keep this city . Bast . Here's a stay , ( 44 ) That shakes ...
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William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. For he that steeps his safety in true blood Shall find but bloody safety and untrue . This act , so evilly borne , shall cool the hearts Of all his people , and freeze up their zeal , That none so ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. For he that steeps his safety in true blood Shall find but bloody safety and untrue . This act , so evilly borne , shall cool the hearts Of all his people , and freeze up their zeal , That none so ...
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Strana 352 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.