Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII |
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Her valiant courage , and undaunted spirit , More than in woman commonly is
seen , Answer our hope in issue of a King : For Henry , son unto a conqueror , Is
likely to beget more conquerors , If with a Lady of so high resolve As is fair Marg'
ret ...
Her valiant courage , and undaunted spirit , More than in woman commonly is
seen , Answer our hope in issue of a King : For Henry , son unto a conqueror , Is
likely to beget more conquerors , If with a Lady of so high resolve As is fair Marg'
ret ...
Page 121
Edward the black Prince dy'd before his father , And left behind him Richard , his
only fon , Who , after Edward the Third's death , reign'd King , ' Till Henry
Bolingbroke Duke of Lancaster , The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt ,
Crown'd by ...
Edward the black Prince dy'd before his father , And left behind him Richard , his
only fon , Who , after Edward the Third's death , reign'd King , ' Till Henry
Bolingbroke Duke of Lancaster , The eldest son and heir of John of Gaunt ,
Crown'd by ...
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And never feen thee , never born thee son , Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural
a father , Hath he deservd to lose his birth - right thus ? Hadst thou but lov'd him
half so much as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once , Or nourish'd him as I
...
And never feen thee , never born thee son , Seeing thou hast prov'd so unnatural
a father , Hath he deservd to lose his birth - right thus ? Hadst thou but lov'd him
half so much as I , Or felt that pain which I did for him once , Or nourish'd him as I
...
Page 201
Thus do I leave thee ; come , son , let's away , Our army's ready , come , we'll after
them . K. Henry . Stay , gentle Margaret , and hear me speak . Q. Mar. Thou halt
spoke too much already : get thee gone . K. Henry . Gentle son Edward , thou ...
Thus do I leave thee ; come , son , let's away , Our army's ready , come , we'll after
them . K. Henry . Stay , gentle Margaret , and hear me speak . Q. Mar. Thou halt
spoke too much already : get thee gone . K. Henry . Gentle son Edward , thou ...
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Enter á Father , bearing his Son . Fath . Thou that fo ftoutly.haft resisted me , Give
me thy gold , if thou hast any gold : For I have bought it with an hundred blows .
But let me fee : is this our foe - man's face ? Ah no , no , no , it is my only fon !
Enter á Father , bearing his Son . Fath . Thou that fo ftoutly.haft resisted me , Give
me thy gold , if thou hast any gold : For I have bought it with an hundred blows .
But let me fee : is this our foe - man's face ? Ah no , no , no , it is my only fon !
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