Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII |
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Page 152
Sometimes he talks as if Duke Humphry's ghost Were by his side ; sometimes he
calls the King , And whispers to his pillow , as to him , The secrets of his over -
charged soul : And I am sent to tell his Majesty , That even now he cries aloud for
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Sometimes he talks as if Duke Humphry's ghost Were by his side ; sometimes he
calls the King , And whispers to his pillow , as to him , The secrets of his over -
charged soul : And I am sent to tell his Majesty , That even now he cries aloud for
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Page 210
Keep thou the napkin , and go boast of this ; And if thou tell'it the heavy story right
, Upon my soul , the hearers will shed tears : Yea , even my foes will shed fast -
falling tears , And say , Alas , it was a piteous deed . There take the crown , and ...
Keep thou the napkin , and go boast of this ; And if thou tell'it the heavy story right
, Upon my soul , the hearers will shed tears : Yea , even my foes will shed fast -
falling tears , And say , Alas , it was a piteous deed . There take the crown , and ...
Page 316
Ay , so we will . Cla . Tell him , when that our Princely father York Bleft his three
sons with his victorious arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , He
little thought of this divided friendship : Bid Gloster think on this , and he will weep
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Ay , so we will . Cla . Tell him , when that our Princely father York Bleft his three
sons with his victorious arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , He
little thought of this divided friendship : Bid Gloster think on this , and he will weep
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Page 372
So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers , And from my heart's love I do
thank thee for it . K. Rich . Be not so hasty to confound my meaning ; I mean , that
with my soul I love thy daughter , And do intend to make her Queen of England .
So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers , And from my heart's love I do
thank thee for it . K. Rich . Be not so hasty to confound my meaning ; I mean , that
with my soul I love thy daughter , And do intend to make her Queen of England .
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William Shakespeare Sir Thomas Hanmer. Harry , that prophesy'd thou should'st
be King , Doth comfort thee in Neep ; live thou and flourish ! Enter the Ghost of
Clarence . Ghost . Let me sit heavy on thy soul to - morrow ! [ To K. Rich . I that
was ...
William Shakespeare Sir Thomas Hanmer. Harry , that prophesy'd thou should'st
be King , Doth comfort thee in Neep ; live thou and flourish ! Enter the Ghost of
Clarence . Ghost . Let me sit heavy on thy soul to - morrow ! [ To K. Rich . I that
was ...
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