Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII |
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More than three hours the fight continued ; Where valiant Talbot above human
thought Enacted wonders with his sword and lance . Hundreds he sent to hell ,
and none durft stand him , Here , there , and every where , enrag'd he few .
More than three hours the fight continued ; Where valiant Talbot above human
thought Enacted wonders with his sword and lance . Hundreds he sent to hell ,
and none durft stand him , Here , there , and every where , enrag'd he few .
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They are return'd , my Lord , and give it out That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with
his pow'r , To fight with Talbot ; as he march'd along , By your elpyals were
discovered Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led , [ deaux . Which join'd
with ...
They are return'd , my Lord , and give it out That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with
his pow'r , To fight with Talbot ; as he march'd along , By your elpyals were
discovered Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led , [ deaux . Which join'd
with ...
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Too late comes rescue now : he's ta'en or Nain , For fly he could not , if he would
have fled : And Hy would Talbot never , though he might . Som . If he be dead ,
brave Talbot then adieu ! Lucy . His fame lives in the world , his shame in you .
Too late comes rescue now : he's ta'en or Nain , For fly he could not , if he would
have fled : And Hy would Talbot never , though he might . Som . If he be dead ,
brave Talbot then adieu ! Lucy . His fame lives in the world , his shame in you .
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Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly , The coward horse that bears me fall and
die , And ! ' leave ' me to the peasant ... Surely , by all the glory you have won , An
if I dy , I am not Talbot's son : Then talk no more of fight , it is no boot ; If son to ...
Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly , The coward horse that bears me fall and
die , And ! ' leave ' me to the peasant ... Surely , by all the glory you have won , An
if I dy , I am not Talbot's son : Then talk no more of fight , it is no boot ; If son to ...
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Enter John Talbot , born . Serv . O my dear Lord ! lo where your son is born . Tal .
Thou antick death , which laugh'st us here to Anon , from thy insulting tyranny , [
fcorn , Coupled in bonds of perpetuity , Two Talbots winged through the lither sky
...
Enter John Talbot , born . Serv . O my dear Lord ! lo where your son is born . Tal .
Thou antick death , which laugh'st us here to Anon , from thy insulting tyranny , [
fcorn , Coupled in bonds of perpetuity , Two Talbots winged through the lither sky
...
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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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| 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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