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you speak ? Q. Mar. Why , how now , long - tongu'd Warwick , dare When you
and I met at St. Albans last , Your legs did better service than your hands . War .
Then ' twas my turn to fly , and now ' tis thine . Clif . You said so much before , and
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you speak ? Q. Mar. Why , how now , long - tongu'd Warwick , dare When you
and I met at St. Albans last , Your legs did better service than your hands . War .
Then ' twas my turn to fly , and now ' tis thine . Clif . You said so much before , and
...
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No , ' tis impossible he should escape : For though before his face I speak the
word , Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave ; And wherefoe'er he is ,
he's surely dead . Clifford groans . Rich . Whose soul is that which takes her
heavy ...
No , ' tis impossible he should escape : For though before his face I speak the
word , Your brother Richard mark'd him for the grave ; And wherefoe'er he is ,
he's surely dead . Clifford groans . Rich . Whose soul is that which takes her
heavy ...
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We will not from the helm to sit and weep , But keep our course , though the
rough wind say no , From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck : As good
to chide the waves , as speak them fair . And what is Edward , but a ruthless fea ?
We will not from the helm to sit and weep , But keep our course , though the
rough wind say no , From shelves and rocks that threaten us with wreck : As good
to chide the waves , as speak them fair . And what is Edward , but a ruthless fea ?
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Oh Ned , sweet Ned ! speak to thy mother , boy . Can'st thou not speak ? O
traitors , murderers ! They that stabb'à Cæfar shed no blood at all , Did not offend
, and were not worthy blame , If this foul deed were by , to equal it . He was a man
...
Oh Ned , sweet Ned ! speak to thy mother , boy . Can'st thou not speak ? O
traitors , murderers ! They that stabb'à Cæfar shed no blood at all , Did not offend
, and were not worthy blame , If this foul deed were by , to equal it . He was a man
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Speak it here . There's nothing I have done yet , o ' my conscience , Deserves a
corner ; would all other women Could speak this with as free a soul as I do ? My
Lords , I care not ( so much I am happy Above a number ) if my actions Were try'd
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Speak it here . There's nothing I have done yet , o ' my conscience , Deserves a
corner ; would all other women Could speak this with as free a soul as I do ? My
Lords , I care not ( so much I am happy Above a number ) if my actions Were try'd
...
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| Title | Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII Volume 4 of The Works of Shakespear: In Six Volumes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Editor | Sir Thomas Hanmer |
| Publisher | J. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 10 Jul 2007 |
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