Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII |
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Exeunt . Manent Vernon and Baffet . Ver . Now , Sir , to you that were so hot at
sea , Disgracing of these colours that I wear In honour of my noble Lord of York ;
Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou fpak'it ? Bas . Yes , Sir , as well as you
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Exeunt . Manent Vernon and Baffet . Ver . Now , Sir , to you that were so hot at
sea , Disgracing of these colours that I wear In honour of my noble Lord of York ;
Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou fpak'it ? Bas . Yes , Sir , as well as you
...
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William Shakespeare Sir Thomas Hanmer. From thence to England , where I
hope ere long To be presented , by your victories , With Charles , Alanson , and
that trait'rous rout . ( Flourish . [ Exeunt , Manent York , Warwick , Exeter , and
Vernon ...
William Shakespeare Sir Thomas Hanmer. From thence to England , where I
hope ere long To be presented , by your victories , With Charles , Alanson , and
that trait'rous rout . ( Flourish . [ Exeunt , Manent York , Warwick , Exeter , and
Vernon ...
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Exeunt King and Train . Win . Stay , my Lord Legate , you shall first receive The
sum of mony which I promised Should be deliver'd to his Holiness , For cloathing
me in these grave ornaments . Legate . I will attend upon your Lorship's leisure .
Exeunt King and Train . Win . Stay , my Lord Legate , you shall first receive The
sum of mony which I promised Should be deliver'd to his Holiness , For cloathing
me in these grave ornaments . Legate . I will attend upon your Lorship's leisure .
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Exeunt the two Staffords with their followers . Cade . And you that love the
Commons follow me . Now shew your selves men , ' tis for liberty . We will not
leave one Lord , one gentleman ; Spare none , but such as go in clouted Noone ,
For they ...
Exeunt the two Staffords with their followers . Cade . And you that love the
Commons follow me . Now shew your selves men , ' tis for liberty . We will not
leave one Lord , one gentleman ; Spare none , but such as go in clouted Noone ,
For they ...
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Exeunt some with the King and Queen . Glo . These are the fruits of rashness :
mark'd you not , How that the guilty kindred of the Queen Look'd pale , when they
did hear of Clarence ' death ? Oh ! they did urge it still unto the King . God will ...
Exeunt some with the King and Queen . Glo . These are the fruits of rashness :
mark'd you not , How that the guilty kindred of the Queen Look'd pale , when they
did hear of Clarence ' death ? Oh ! they did urge it still unto the King . God will ...
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againſt Anne arms bear better blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Clarence Clifford comes crown dead death doth Duke Earl Edward enemies England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear fight firſt follow France friends gentle give Glou Grace hand Haſtings hath head hear heart heav'n Henry Highneſs honour hope I'll keep King Lady leave live look Lord Madam mean mind moſt mother muſt never noble once peace pleaſe poor pray Prince Pucel Queen reſt Rich Richard royal ſay SCENE ſee ſelf ſhall ſhe ſhould ſome Somerſet ſon ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſuch Suffolk ſweet ſword Talbot tears tell thank thee theſe thing thoſe thou thought tongue true unto Warwick whoſe wife York young
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