Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... Elean . WHY droops my Lord , like over - ripen'd com Hanging the head with Ceres ' plenteous load ? Why doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows , As frowning at the favours of the world ? Why are thine eyes fixt to the fullen earth ...
... Elean . WHY droops my Lord , like over - ripen'd com Hanging the head with Ceres ' plenteous load ? Why doth the great Duke Humphry knit his brows , As frowning at the favours of the world ? Why are thine eyes fixt to the fullen earth ...
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... Elean . What , what , my Lord , are you so cholerick With Eleanor , for telling but her dream ? Next time I'll keep my dreams unto my self , And not be check❜d . Glou . Nay , be not angry , I am pleas'd again . Enter Meffenger . Mef ...
... Elean . What , what , my Lord , are you so cholerick With Eleanor , for telling but her dream ? Next time I'll keep my dreams unto my self , And not be check❜d . Glou . Nay , be not angry , I am pleas'd again . Enter Meffenger . Mef ...
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... Elean . What fay'ft thou ? Majesty ? I am but Grace . Hume . But by the grace of God , and Hume's advice , You Grace's title fhall be multiply'd . Elean . What fay'st thou , man ? haft thou as yet conferr'd With Margery Jordan the ...
... Elean . What fay'ft thou ? Majesty ? I am but Grace . Hume . But by the grace of God , and Hume's advice , You Grace's title fhall be multiply'd . Elean . What fay'st thou , man ? haft thou as yet conferr'd With Margery Jordan the ...
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... Elean . Was't I ? yea , I it was , proud French - woman : Could I come near your beauty with my nails , I'd fet my ten commandments in your face . K. Henry . Sweet aunt , be quiet ; ' twas against her will . Elean . Against her will ...
... Elean . Was't I ? yea , I it was , proud French - woman : Could I come near your beauty with my nails , I'd fet my ten commandments in your face . K. Henry . Sweet aunt , be quiet ; ' twas against her will . Elean . Against her will ...
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... Elean . Well faid , my masters , and welcome to all ! to this geer , the fooner the better . Boling . Patience , good Lady , wizards know their times : Deep night , dark night , the filent of the night , The time of night when Troy was ...
... Elean . Well faid , my masters , and welcome to all ! to this geer , the fooner the better . Boling . Patience , good Lady , wizards know their times : Deep night , dark night , the filent of the night , The time of night when Troy was ...
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