The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Tom 7J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Strona 55
... fear , I fear , ' twill prove a giddy world . Enter another Citizen . 3 Cit . Neighbours , God speed ! 1 Cit . Give you good morrow , sir . 3 Cit . Doth the news hold of good king Edward's death ? 2 Cit . Ay , sir , it is too true ; God ...
... fear , I fear , ' twill prove a giddy world . Enter another Citizen . 3 Cit . Neighbours , God speed ! 1 Cit . Give you good morrow , sir . 3 Cit . Doth the news hold of good king Edward's death ? 2 Cit . Ay , sir , it is too true ; God ...
Strona 56
... fear the worst ; all will be well . 3 Cit . When clouds are seen , wise men put on their cloaks ; When great leaves fall , then winter is at hand ; When the sun sets , who doth not look for night ? Untimely storms make men expect a ...
... fear the worst ; all will be well . 3 Cit . When clouds are seen , wise men put on their cloaks ; When great leaves fall , then winter is at hand ; When the sun sets , who doth not look for night ? Untimely storms make men expect a ...
Strona 65
... My lord protector needs will have it so . York . I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower . Glo . Why , sir , what should you fear ? VOL . VII . F York . Marry , my uncle Clarence ' angry ghost Scene I. 65 KING RICHARD III .
... My lord protector needs will have it so . York . I shall not sleep in quiet at the Tower . Glo . Why , sir , what should you fear ? VOL . VII . F York . Marry , my uncle Clarence ' angry ghost Scene I. 65 KING RICHARD III .
Strona 66
... fear no uncles dead . Glo . Nor none that live , I hope . Prince . An if they live , I hope , I need not fear . But come , my lord , and , with a heavy heart , Thinking on them , go I unto the Tower . [ Exeunt Prince , YORK , HASTINGS ...
... fear no uncles dead . Glo . Nor none that live , I hope . Prince . An if they live , I hope , I need not fear . But come , my lord , and , with a heavy heart , Thinking on them , go I unto the Tower . [ Exeunt Prince , YORK , HASTINGS ...
Strona 69
... fear the separated councils : His honour , and myself , are at the one ; And , at the other , is my good friend Catesby ; Where nothing can proceed , that toucheth us , Whereof I shall not have intelligence . Tell him , his fears are ...
... fear the separated councils : His honour , and myself , are at the one ; And , at the other , is my good friend Catesby ; Where nothing can proceed , that toucheth us , Whereof I shall not have intelligence . Tell him , his fears are ...
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