Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII |
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Madam , it is . Count . ' Is this the scourge of France ? Is this the Talbot so much
fear'd abroad , That with his name the mothers still their babes ? I fee report is
fabulous and false . I thought I should have seen some Hercules , A second
Heator ...
Madam , it is . Count . ' Is this the scourge of France ? Is this the Talbot so much
fear'd abroad , That with his name the mothers still their babes ? I fee report is
fabulous and false . I thought I should have seen some Hercules , A second
Heator ...
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Now we will take some order in the town , Placing therein some expert officers ,
And then depart to Paris to the King ; For there young Henry with his Nobles lyes .
Burg . What wills Lord Talbot , pleaseth Burgundy . Tal . But yet before we go ...
Now we will take some order in the town , Placing therein some expert officers ,
And then depart to Paris to the King ; For there young Henry with his Nobles lyes .
Burg . What wills Lord Talbot , pleaseth Burgundy . Tal . But yet before we go ...
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When he had done , some followers of mine own , At lower end o'th ' hall , hurl'd
up And some ten voices cry'd , God save King Richard ! And thus I took the
vantage of those few . Thanks , gentle citizens and friends , quoth I , This general
...
When he had done , some followers of mine own , At lower end o'th ' hall , hurl'd
up And some ten voices cry'd , God save King Richard ! And thus I took the
vantage of those few . Thanks , gentle citizens and friends , quoth I , This general
...
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Call for some men of sound direction : Let's want no discipline , make no delay ,
For , Lords , to - morrow is a busie day . [ Exeunt : Enter Richmond , Sir William
Brandon , Oxford , and Dorset . Richm . The weary sun hath made a golden set ...
Call for some men of sound direction : Let's want no discipline , make no delay ,
For , Lords , to - morrow is a busie day . [ Exeunt : Enter Richmond , Sir William
Brandon , Oxford , and Dorset . Richm . The weary sun hath made a golden set ...
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Enter two Vergers , with short filver wands ; next them two Scribes in the babits of
Do tors : after them , the Bishop of Canterbury alone ; after him , the Bishops of
Lincoln , Ely , Rochester , and Št . Asaph ; next them , with some small distance ...
Enter two Vergers , with short filver wands ; next them two Scribes in the babits of
Do tors : after them , the Bishop of Canterbury alone ; after him , the Bishops of
Lincoln , Ely , Rochester , and Št . Asaph ; next them , with some small distance ...
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