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S . Nay , she is worse ; she is the devil ' s dam ; and here she comes in the habit
of a light wench ; and thereof comes , that the wenches say , God damn me , that '
s as much as to say , God make me a light wench . It is written , they appear to ...
S . Nay , she is worse ; she is the devil ' s dam ; and here she comes in the habit
of a light wench ; and thereof comes , that the wenches say , God damn me , that '
s as much as to say , God make me a light wench . It is written , they appear to ...
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Adr . Come , go ; I will fall prostrate at his feet , And never rise until my tears and
prayers Have won his grace to come in ... Anon , I am sure , the duke himself in
person Comes this way to the melancholy vale ; The place of death and sorry 2 ...
Adr . Come , go ; I will fall prostrate at his feet , And never rise until my tears and
prayers Have won his grace to come in ... Anon , I am sure , the duke himself in
person Comes this way to the melancholy vale ; The place of death and sorry 2 ...
Strona 257
I pall in resolution ; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend , That lies
like truth : Fear not , till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane ; - and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane . - - Arm , arm , and out ! If this , which he avouches ...
I pall in resolution ; and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend , That lies
like truth : Fear not , till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane ; - and now a wood
Comes toward Dunsinane . - - Arm , arm , and out ! If this , which he avouches ...
Strona 393
Here comes the duke of York . Queen . With signs of war about his ... Your
husband he is gone to save far off , Whilst others come to make ... Now comes the
sick hour that his surfeit made ; Now shall he try his friends that flattered him .
Enter a ...
Here comes the duke of York . Queen . With signs of war about his ... Your
husband he is gone to save far off , Whilst others come to make ... Now comes the
sick hour that his surfeit made ; Now shall he try his friends that flattered him .
Enter a ...
Strona 526
Do so , and ' tis well . Enter a Messenger , with letters . What letters hast thou
there ? - I can but thank you . Mess . These letters come from your father ,Hot .
Letters from him ! Why comes he not himself ? Mess . He cannot come , my lord ;
he ' s ...
Do so , and ' tis well . Enter a Messenger , with letters . What letters hast thou
there ? - I can but thank you . Mess . These letters come from your father ,Hot .
Letters from him ! Why comes he not himself ? Mess . He cannot come , my lord ;
he ' s ...
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Informacje bibliograficzne
| Tytuł | The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. 1 Tom 3 z The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: With a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected, Oliver William Bourn Peabody |
| Autor | William Shakespeare |
| Redaktorzy | Oliver William Bourn Peabody, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Wydawca | Hilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
| W formie oryginalnej | Uniwersytet Harvarda |
| W formie cyfrowej | 6 Lut 2008 |
| Eksportuj cytowanie | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |