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S CE NE I. The C OU R T. Enter King Edward fick , the Queen , Dorset , Rivers ,
Hastings , Caresby , Buckingham , and other Lords . K. EDWARD . W HY , so ;
now have I done a good day's work . I every day expect an embassage From my
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S CE NE I. The C OU R T. Enter King Edward fick , the Queen , Dorset , Rivers ,
Hastings , Caresby , Buckingham , and other Lords . K. EDWARD . W HY , so ;
now have I done a good day's work . I every day expect an embassage From my
...
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Fie , what a nug is Hastings ! that he comes not To tell us , whether they will come
or no . Enter Lord Hastings . Buck . And in good time here comes the sweating
Lord . Prince . Welcome , my Lord ; what , will our mother come ? Hast . On what ...
Fie , what a nug is Hastings ! that he comes not To tell us , whether they will come
or no . Enter Lord Hastings . Buck . And in good time here comes the sweating
Lord . Prince . Welcome , my Lord ; what , will our mother come ? Hast . On what ...
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As deeply to effect what we intend , As clofely to conceal what we impart : Thou
know'ít our reasons urg'd upon the way ; What think'st thou ? is it not an easie
matter To make Lord William Hastings of our mind , For the instalment of this
noble ...
As deeply to effect what we intend , As clofely to conceal what we impart : Thou
know'ít our reasons urg'd upon the way ; What think'st thou ? is it not an easie
matter To make Lord William Hastings of our mind , For the instalment of this
noble ...
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Exeunt . s Ε Ν Ε UI . Lord Hastings's House . Enter a Messenger to the door of
Hastings . ME . MY Lord , my Lord Haft . Who knocks ? Mef . One from Lord
Stanley . Haft . What is't a clock ? Mes . Upon the stroak of four . Enter Lord
Hastings .
Exeunt . s Ε Ν Ε UI . Lord Hastings's House . Enter a Messenger to the door of
Hastings . ME . MY Lord , my Lord Haft . Who knocks ? Mef . One from Lord
Stanley . Haft . What is't a clock ? Mes . Upon the stroak of four . Enter Lord
Hastings .
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SC C Ε Ν Ε V. The Tow E R. Buckingham , Stanley , Hastings , Bishop of Ely ,
Catesby , Norfolk , Ratcliff , Lovel , with others , at a table . Hap.NOW : noble Pers
, the cause why we are met In God's name speak , when is the royal day ? Buck .
SC C Ε Ν Ε V. The Tow E R. Buckingham , Stanley , Hastings , Bishop of Ely ,
Catesby , Norfolk , Ratcliff , Lovel , with others , at a table . Hap.NOW : noble Pers
, the cause why we are met In God's name speak , when is the royal day ? Buck .
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