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William Shakespeare Sir Thomas Hanmer. Or I should breathe it so into thy body
, And then it liv'd in sweet Elysium To die by thee were but to die in jest , From
thee to die were torture more then den Oh ! let me stay , befal what may befai .
William Shakespeare Sir Thomas Hanmer. Or I should breathe it so into thy body
, And then it liv'd in sweet Elysium To die by thee were but to die in jest , From
thee to die were torture more then den Oh ! let me stay , befal what may befai .
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A napkin steeped in the harmless blood Of sweet young Rutland , by rough
Clifford Nain : And after inany scorns , many foul taunts , They took his head , and
on the gates of York They set the same , and there it doth remain The saddest ...
A napkin steeped in the harmless blood Of sweet young Rutland , by rough
Clifford Nain : And after inany scorns , many foul taunts , They took his head , and
on the gates of York They set the same , and there it doth remain The saddest ...
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Beseeching thee , if with thy will it stands That to my foes this body must be prey ,
Yet that thy brazen gates of heav'n may ope , And give sweet passage to my
sinful soul . Now , Lords , take leave until we meet again , Where - e'er it be , in ...
Beseeching thee , if with thy will it stands That to my foes this body must be prey ,
Yet that thy brazen gates of heav'n may ope , And give sweet passage to my
sinful soul . Now , Lords , take leave until we meet again , Where - e'er it be , in ...
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Oh Ned , sweet Ned ! speak to thy mother , boy . Can'st thou not speak ? O
traitors , murderers ! They that stabb'à Cæfar shed no blood at all , Did not offend
, and were not worthy blame , If this foul deed were by , to equal it . He was a man
...
Oh Ned , sweet Ned ! speak to thy mother , boy . Can'st thou not speak ? O
traitors , murderers ! They that stabb'à Cæfar shed no blood at all , Did not offend
, and were not worthy blame , If this foul deed were by , to equal it . He was a man
...
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So sweet a bedfellow ? but conscience , conscience ---- O , ' tis a terrder place ,
and I must leave her . [ Exeunt . S CE N E V. An Antichamber of the Queen's
Apartment . Enter Anne Bullen , and an old Lady . Anne . OT for that neither --
here's ...
So sweet a bedfellow ? but conscience , conscience ---- O , ' tis a terrder place ,
and I must leave her . [ Exeunt . S CE N E V. An Antichamber of the Queen's
Apartment . Enter Anne Bullen , and an old Lady . Anne . OT for that neither --
here's ...
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| Title | Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII Volume 4 of The Works of Shakespear: In Six Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Sir Thomas Hanmer |
| Publisher | J. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 10 Jul 2007 |
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