The Spanish tragedy [by Thomas Kyd] The love of King David and fair Bethsabe [by George Peele] Soliman and Perseda. The tragedy of Ferrex and Porrex [by Thomas NortonThomas Hawkins Printed at the Clarendon-Press, for S. Leacroft, London, 1773 |
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