Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII |
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Page 89
Then yield , my Lords , and here conclude with me , That Marg'ret shall be Queen
, and none but she . K. Henry . Whether it be through force of your report , My
noble Lord of Suffolk , or for that My tender youth was never yet attaint With any ...
Then yield , my Lords , and here conclude with me , That Marg'ret shall be Queen
, and none but she . K. Henry . Whether it be through force of your report , My
noble Lord of Suffolk , or for that My tender youth was never yet attaint With any ...
Page 143
Look not upon me , for thine eyes are wounding ; Yet do not go away ; come ,
basilisk , And kill the innocent gazer with thy fight : For in the shade of death I
shall find joy ; In life , but double death , now Glo'ster's dead . Q. Mar. Why do you
rate ...
Look not upon me , for thine eyes are wounding ; Yet do not go away ; come ,
basilisk , And kill the innocent gazer with thy fight : For in the shade of death I
shall find joy ; In life , but double death , now Glo'ster's dead . Q. Mar. Why do you
rate ...
Page 171
Ye shall have a hempen caudle then , and the help of a hatchet . Dick . Why dost
thou quiver , man ? Say . The palsie , and not fear , * provoketh ' me . Cade . Nay ,
he nods at us , as who should say , I'll be even with you . I'll fee if his head will ...
Ye shall have a hempen caudle then , and the help of a hatchet . Dick . Why dost
thou quiver , man ? Say . The palsie , and not fear , * provoketh ' me . Cade . Nay ,
he nods at us , as who should say , I'll be even with you . I'll fee if his head will ...
Page 247
Tis not his new - made bride shall succour him : And as for Clarence , as my
letters tell me , He's very likely now to fall from him , For matching more for
wanton luft than honour , Or than for strength and safety of our country . Bona .
Dear brother ...
Tis not his new - made bride shall succour him : And as for Clarence , as my
letters tell me , He's very likely now to fall from him , For matching more for
wanton luft than honour , Or than for strength and safety of our country . Bona .
Dear brother ...
Page 374
And when this arm of mine hath chattised The petty rebel , dull - brain'd
Buckingham , Bound with triumphant garlands will I come , And lead thy daughter
to a conqueror's bed ; To whom I will retail my conquest won , And she shall be
sole ...
And when this arm of mine hath chattised The petty rebel , dull - brain'd
Buckingham , Bound with triumphant garlands will I come , And lead thy daughter
to a conqueror's bed ; To whom I will retail my conquest won , And she shall be
sole ...
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