Elizabethan Drama: With Introductions and NotesP.F. Collier, 1910 - 899 |
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... Enter three Poor Men But how now , what are these ? POOR MEN . Such as desire your worship's service . GAV . What canst thou do ? IST P. MAN . I can ride . GAV . But I have no horses . - What art thou ? 2ND P. MAN . A traveller . GAV ...
... Enter three Poor Men But how now , what are these ? POOR MEN . Such as desire your worship's service . GAV . What canst thou do ? IST P. MAN . I can ride . GAV . But I have no horses . - What art thou ? 2ND P. MAN . A traveller . GAV ...
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... Enter the [ ARCH ] BISHOP of CANTERBURY [ and an Attendant ] WAR . Here comes my lord of Canterbury's grace . LAN . His countenance bewrays he is displeas'd . A. OF CANT . First were his sacred garments rent and torn , Then laid they ...
... Enter the [ ARCH ] BISHOP of CANTERBURY [ and an Attendant ] WAR . Here comes my lord of Canterbury's grace . LAN . His countenance bewrays he is displeas'd . A. OF CANT . First were his sacred garments rent and torn , Then laid they ...
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... Enter [ LANCASTER , WARWICK , PEMBROKE , the Elder MORTI- MER , Young MORTIMER , the ARCHBISHOP of Canterbury and Attendants ] LAN . Here is the form of Gaveston's exile : May it please your lordship to subscribe your name . A. OF CANT ...
... Enter [ LANCASTER , WARWICK , PEMBROKE , the Elder MORTI- MER , Young MORTIMER , the ARCHBISHOP of Canterbury and Attendants ] LAN . Here is the form of Gaveston's exile : May it please your lordship to subscribe your name . A. OF CANT ...
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... [ Enter GUARD ] Y. MOR . Ay , marry , such a guard as this doth well . LAN . Lead on the way . GUARD . Whither will your lordships ? Y. MOR . Whither else but to the king . GUARD . His highness is dispos'd to be alone , LAN . Why , so he ...
... [ Enter GUARD ] Y. MOR . Ay , marry , such a guard as this doth well . LAN . Lead on the way . GUARD . Whither will your lordships ? Y. MOR . Whither else but to the king . GUARD . His highness is dispos'd to be alone , LAN . Why , so he ...
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With Introductions and Notes. [ SCENE III ] 1 Enter KENT , LANCASTER , Young MORTIMER , WARWICK , PEMBROKE , and others KENT . My lords , of love to this our native land I come to join with you and leave the king ; And in your quarrel ...
With Introductions and Notes. [ SCENE III ] 1 Enter KENT , LANCASTER , Young MORTIMER , WARWICK , PEMBROKE , and others KENT . My lords , of love to this our native land I come to join with you and leave the king ; And in your quarrel ...
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ARIEL Baldock Banquo blood brother Caliban castle Cordelia CORN daughter dead dear death dost thou doth Duke Earl Edmund England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear Fleance FOOL Fortinbras foul France friends Gaveston GENT give GLOU Gloucester grace grief GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hath HC XLVI head hear heart heaven hither honour Horatio ISAB KENT KING EDWARD LADY LAER Laertes Lancaster LEAR live look lord MACB Macbeth MACD Macduff madam majesty monster murder night noble o'er Ophelia poison'd POLONIUS poor pray prithee PROS QUEEN Re-enter Regan Ross SCENE sister sleep Soldiers soul speak SPEN Spencer strange sweet sword Sycorax tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast traitor TRIN unto villain WITCH Young MORTIMER МАСВ
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