The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, 第 7 巻 |
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Exit a Servant . Wol . What warlike voice ? And to what end is this ? -Nay , ladies ,
fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd . Re - enter Servant . Cham .
How now ? what is't ? Serv . A noble troop of strangers ; For so they seem : they ...
Exit a Servant . Wol . What warlike voice ? And to what end is this ? -Nay , ladies ,
fear not ; By all the laws of war you are privileg'd . Re - enter Servant . Cham .
How now ? what is't ? Serv . A noble troop of strangers ; For so they seem : they ...
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Exit SUFFOLK . Enter Sir ANTHONY DENNY . Well , sir , what follows ? Den . Sir ,
I have brought my lord the archbishop , As you commanded me . K. Hen . Ha !
Canterbury ? Den . Ay , my good lord . K. Hen . ' Tis true : Where is he , Denny ?
Exit SUFFOLK . Enter Sir ANTHONY DENNY . Well , sir , what follows ? Den . Sir ,
I have brought my lord the archbishop , As you commanded me . K. Hen . Ha !
Canterbury ? Den . Ay , my good lord . K. Hen . ' Tis true : Where is he , Denny ?
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Exit , .Ther . Here is such patchery , such juggling , and such knavery ! all the
argument is , a cuckold , and a whore ; A good quarrel , to draw emulouss
factions , and bleed to death upon . Now the dry serpigo on the subject ! and war ,
and ...
Exit , .Ther . Here is such patchery , such juggling , and such knavery ! all the
argument is , a cuckold , and a whore ; A good quarrel , to draw emulouss
factions , and bleed to death upon . Now the dry serpigo on the subject ! and war ,
and ...
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Exit AJAX . Achil . What mean these fellows ? Know they not Achilles ? , Patr .
They pass by strangely : they were usd to bend , To send their smiles before them
to Achilles ; To come as humbly , as they us'd to creep To holy altars . Achil .
Exit AJAX . Achil . What mean these fellows ? Know they not Achilles ? , Patr .
They pass by strangely : they were usd to bend , To send their smiles before them
to Achilles ; To come as humbly , as they us'd to creep To holy altars . Achil .
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I do believe thee ; -live . [ Exit . Ther . God - a - mercy , that thou wilt believe me ;
But a plague break thy neck , for frighting me ! What's become of the wenching
rogues ? I think , they have swallowed one another : I would laugh at that miracle
.
I do believe thee ; -live . [ Exit . Ther . God - a - mercy , that thou wilt believe me ;
But a plague break thy neck , for frighting me ! What's become of the wenching
rogues ? I think , they have swallowed one another : I would laugh at that miracle
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Achilles Agam Ajax Anne arms bear better blood bring brother Buck Buckingham cardinal Catesby cause Clarence comes Cres Cressid curse dead dear death doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear fight follows fool friends Gent gentle give grace Greeks hand Hast hath head hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen highness hold honour hope hour I'll Kath keep king king's lady leave live look lord madam master mean mind mother Murd never night noble once Paris peace poor pray prince queen Rich Richard Richmond royal SCENE soul speak stand sweet tell tent thank thee Ther thing thou thought Troilus Trojan Troy true truth Ulyss York young
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