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Thy hand hath murdered him ; I had a mighty cause To wish him dead , but thou
hadst none to kill him . Hub . Had none , my lord ! why , did you not provoke me ?
K . John . It is the curse of kings to be attended By slaves , that take their humors ...
Thy hand hath murdered him ; I had a mighty cause To wish him dead , but thou
hadst none to kill him . Hub . Had none , my lord ! why , did you not provoke me ?
K . John . It is the curse of kings to be attended By slaves , that take their humors ...
Strona 333
It is a damned and a bloody work ; The graceless action of a heavy hand , If that it
be the work of any hand , Sal . If that it be the work of any hand ? We had a kind
of light , what would ensue . It is the shameful work of Hubert ' s hand ; The ...
It is a damned and a bloody work ; The graceless action of a heavy hand , If that it
be the work of any hand , Sal . If that it be the work of any hand ? We had a kind
of light , what would ensue . It is the shameful work of Hubert ' s hand ; The ...
Strona 387
Which his triumphant father ' s hand had won ; His hands were guilty of no
kindred ' s blood , But bloody with the enemies of his kin . 0 , Richard ! York is too
far gone with grief , Or else he never would compare between . K . Rich . Why ,
uncle ...
Which his triumphant father ' s hand had won ; His hands were guilty of no
kindred ' s blood , But bloody with the enemies of his kin . 0 , Richard ! York is too
far gone with grief , Or else he never would compare between . K . Rich . Why ,
uncle ...
Strona 413
If we be not , show us the hand of God That hath dismissed us from our
stewardship ; For well we know , no hand of blood and bone Can gripe the
sacred handle of our sceptre , Unless he do profane , steal , or usurp . And
though you think ...
If we be not , show us the hand of God That hath dismissed us from our
stewardship ; For well we know , no hand of blood and bone Can gripe the
sacred handle of our sceptre , Unless he do profane , steal , or usurp . And
though you think ...
Strona 551
i Shakspeare had no authority for making Hotspur fall by the hand of the prince .
Holinshed says , “ The king slew that day with his own hand six and thirty persons
of his enemies . The other of his party , encouraged by his doings , fought ...
i Shakspeare had no authority for making Hotspur fall by the hand of the prince .
Holinshed says , “ The king slew that day with his own hand six and thirty persons
of his enemies . The other of his party , encouraged by his doings , fought ...
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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 |