Geoffrey ChaucerGeorge Bagshawe Harrison Harcourt, Brace, 1954 |
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Sivu 232
... [ Enter another MESSENGER . ] MESS . My lord , prepare . The King comes on apace . HOT . I thank him , that he cuts me from my tale , For I profess not talking , only this- Let each man do his best . And here draw I A sword whose temper ...
... [ Enter another MESSENGER . ] MESS . My lord , prepare . The King comes on apace . HOT . I thank him , that he cuts me from my tale , For I profess not talking , only this- Let each man do his best . And here draw I A sword whose temper ...
Sivu 233
... Enter the KING , the PRINCE , LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER , and EARL OF WESTMORELAND . ] KING . I prithee Harry , withdraw thyself , thou bleed'st too much . Lord John of Lancaster , go you with him . LANC . Not I , my lord , unless I did ...
... Enter the KING , the PRINCE , LORD JOHN OF LANCASTER , and EARL OF WESTMORELAND . ] KING . I prithee Harry , withdraw thyself , thou bleed'st too much . Lord John of Lancaster , go you with him . LANC . Not I , my lord , unless I did ...
Sivu 290
... [ Enter a SHIPMaster and a boaTSWAIN . . ] Boatswain ! MAST . BOATS . Here , master . What cheer ? о MAST . Good , speak to the mariners . Fall to't yarely , or we run ourselves aground . Bestir , bestir . O [ Enter MARINERS . ] [ Exit ...
... [ Enter a SHIPMaster and a boaTSWAIN . . ] Boatswain ! MAST . BOATS . Here , master . What cheer ? о MAST . Good , speak to the mariners . Fall to't yarely , or we run ourselves aground . Bestir , bestir . O [ Enter MARINERS . ] [ Exit ...
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