Mr. William Shakespeare; His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies Volume 4

Mr. William Shakespeare; His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies Volume 4

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1767 edition. Excerpt: ...sedgy bank, In single opposition, hand to hand, He did confound the best part of an hour In changing hardiment with great Glendcioer: Three times they breath'd, and three times did they drink, Upon agreement, of swift Severn's flood; Who then, affrighted with their bloody looks, Ran searsully among the trembling reeds, And hid his crilp head in the hollow bank Blood-stained with these valiant combatants. Never did base and rotten policy Colour her working with such deadly wounds; Nor never could the noble Mortimer Receive so many, and all willingly: Then let him not be stander'd with revolt. AT. H. Thou dost bely him, Percy, thou dost bely him, He never did encounter with Glendower; He durst as well have met the devil alone, As Owen G/endower for an enemy: Art not aflham'd to sap's? But, sirrah, henceforth Let me not hear you speak of Mortimer: Send me your prisoners with the speediest means, Or you shall hear in such a kind from me As will displease you My lord Northumberland, We license your departure with your son: _ Send us your prisoners, or you'll hear of it. Exeunt King, Blunt, and Train. Hot. An if the devil come and roar for them, I will not fend them: --I will after straight, And tell him so; for I will ease my heart, Although it be with hazard of my head. while; Nor. What, drunk with choler? Hay, and pause a Here comes your uhcle. Re-enter WonCeStep.. Hot. Speak of Mortimer? 'Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul Want mercy, if I do not join with him. Yea, on his part, I'll empty all these veins, And shed my dear blood drop by drop i' die dust, But I will lift the down-trod Mortimer As high i' the air as this unthanksul king, As this ingrate and canker'd Bolingbroke. Nor. Brother, the king hath made your nephew mad. 7 I tel thee, ...
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  • Paperback | 106 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 204g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236619293
  • 9781236619297