The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare, Volume 18R. C. and J. Rivington, 1821 |
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: With the Corrections ..., Volume 18 William Shakespeare Visualização completa - 1821 |
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Alarum battle blood brother Buckingham Cade Cæsar Cardinal CLAR Clarence CLIF Clifford colours crown death doth Duke of York England Exeunt Exit father fear fight France French friends Gloster grace hand hath head heart heaven Henry's Holinshed honour house of Lancaster house of York Humphrey Jack Cade JOHNSON Julius Cæsar King Edward King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III Lancaster London lord MALONE means Montague Mortimer noble old copy old play old quarto original play Oxford passage Plantagenet prince PUCELLE quarto Reignier Richard Duke Richard Plantagenet RITSON Saint Albans Salisbury says scene second folio Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir John slain soldiers Somerset soul speak speech stand STEEVENS Suffolk sword Talbot tears thee Theobald thine thou art thou shalt traitor true Tragedie unto WARBURTON Warwick wilt words writer
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Página 424 - God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
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