Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII |
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Then judge , great Lords , if I have done amiss ; Or whether that such cowards
ought to wear This ornament of knighthood , yea or no ? Glou . To say the truth ,
this fact was infamous , And ill beseeming any common man ; Much more a
Knight ...
Then judge , great Lords , if I have done amiss ; Or whether that such cowards
ought to wear This ornament of knighthood , yea or no ? Glou . To say the truth ,
this fact was infamous , And ill beseeming any common man ; Much more a
Knight ...
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Had you such leisure in the time of death , To gaze upon the secrets of the deep
? Cla . Methought I had , and often did I strive To yield the ghost ; but still the
envious flood Kept in my soul , and would not let it forth To find the empty , vast ,
and ...
Had you such leisure in the time of death , To gaze upon the secrets of the deep
? Cla . Methought I had , and often did I strive To yield the ghost ; but still the
envious flood Kept in my soul , and would not let it forth To find the empty , vast ,
and ...
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I now That bear a weighty and a serious brow , Sad , bigh , and working , full of
state and woe , Such noble scenes , as draw the eye to flow , We fall present .
Those that can pity , bere May , if they think it well , let fall a tear ; The subject will
...
I now That bear a weighty and a serious brow , Sad , bigh , and working , full of
state and woe , Such noble scenes , as draw the eye to flow , We fall present .
Those that can pity , bere May , if they think it well , let fall a tear ; The subject will
...
Page 450
Queen . To betray me . My Lords , I thank you both for your good wills , Yé speak
like honest men , pray God ye prove fo . But how to make ye suddenly an answer
In such a point of weight , so near mine honour , ( More near my life , I fear ) with ...
Queen . To betray me . My Lords , I thank you both for your good wills , Yé speak
like honest men , pray God ye prove fo . But how to make ye suddenly an answer
In such a point of weight , so near mine honour , ( More near my life , I fear ) with ...
Page 453
Why should we , good Lady , Upon what cause , wrong you ? alas , our places ,
The way of our profession is against it : We are to cure such forrows , not to low '
em . For goodness ' fake consider what you do , How you may hurt your self , nay
...
Why should we , good Lady , Upon what cause , wrong you ? alas , our places ,
The way of our profession is against it : We are to cure such forrows , not to low '
em . For goodness ' fake consider what you do , How you may hurt your self , nay
...
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