The Plays of William Shakspeare: King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Timon of Athens ; CoriolanusJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... stand still , In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at , We should take root here where we sit , or sit State statues only . K. Hen . Things done well , And with a care , exempt themselves from fear ; Things done without example ...
... stand still , In fear our motion will be mock'd or carp'd at , We should take root here where we sit , or sit State statues only . K. Hen . Things done well , And with a care , exempt themselves from fear ; Things done without example ...
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... Stand forth ; and with bold spirit relate what you , Most like a careful subject , have collected Out of the duke of Buckingham . K. Hen . Speak freely . Surv . First , it was usual with him , every day It would infect his speech , That ...
... Stand forth ; and with bold spirit relate what you , Most like a careful subject , have collected Out of the duke of Buckingham . K. Hen . Speak freely . Surv . First , it was usual with him , every day It would infect his speech , That ...
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... stand close , and behold him . Buck . All good people , You that thus far have come to pity me , Hear what I say , and then go home and lose me . I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgement , And by that name must die ; Yet , heaven ...
... stand close , and behold him . Buck . All good people , You that thus far have come to pity me , Hear what I say , and then go home and lose me . I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgement , And by that name must die ; Yet , heaven ...
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... in one lump before him , to be fashion'd Into what pitch he please . Suff . For me , my lords , I love him not , nor fear him ; there's my creed : • High or low . As I am made without him , so I'll stand 36 . · Act II . KING HENRY VIII .
... in one lump before him , to be fashion'd Into what pitch he please . Suff . For me , my lords , I love him not , nor fear him ; there's my creed : • High or low . As I am made without him , so I'll stand 36 . · Act II . KING HENRY VIII .
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William Shakespeare. As I am made without him , so I'll stand , If the king please ; his curses and his blessings Touch me alike , they are breath I not believe in . I knew him , and I know him ; so I leave him To him , that made him ...
William Shakespeare. As I am made without him , so I'll stand , If the king please ; his curses and his blessings Touch me alike , they are breath I not believe in . I knew him , and I know him ; so I leave him To him , that made him ...
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Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Antenor Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressid Crom Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fellow Flav fool friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour i'the Kath king king's lady Lart Lartius look Lord Chamberlain lord Timon madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius musick ne'er Nestor never noble o'the Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand Suff sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon to't tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true trumpet Ulyss voices Volces What's word worthy
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