Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII |
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Thy father was a traitor to the crown . War . Exeter , thou art ... You forget , That we
are those which chas'd you from the field , And New your fathers , and with
colours spread March'd through the city to the palace - gates . North . Yes ,
Warwick ...
Thy father was a traitor to the crown . War . Exeter , thou art ... You forget , That we
are those which chas'd you from the field , And New your fathers , and with
colours spread March'd through the city to the palace - gates . North . Yes ,
Warwick ...
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Were it not pity , that this goodly boy Should lose his birth - right by his father's
fault , And long hereafter say unto his child , What my great - grandfather and
grandfire got , My careless father fondly gave away ? Ah , what a shame was this
! look ...
Were it not pity , that this goodly boy Should lose his birth - right by his father's
fault , And long hereafter say unto his child , What my great - grandfather and
grandfire got , My careless father fondly gave away ? Ah , what a shame was this
! look ...
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Who's this ? oh God ! it is my father's face , Whom in this conflict I un'wares have
kill'd : Oh heavy times , begetting such events ! From London by the King was I
prest forth , My father being the Earl of Warwick's man Came on the part ...
Who's this ? oh God ! it is my father's face , Whom in this conflict I un'wares have
kill'd : Oh heavy times , begetting such events ! From London by the King was I
prest forth , My father being the Earl of Warwick's man Came on the part ...
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Enter á Father , bearing his Son . Fath . Thou that fo ftoutly.haft ... O boy ! thy
father gave thee life too ? ' late , And hath bereft thee ... How will my mother , for a
father's death , Take on with me , and ne'er be fatisfy'd ! Fath . How will my wife ,
før ...
Enter á Father , bearing his Son . Fath . Thou that fo ftoutly.haft ... O boy ! thy
father gave thee life too ? ' late , And hath bereft thee ... How will my mother , for a
father's death , Take on with me , and ne'er be fatisfy'd ! Fath . How will my wife ,
før ...
Page 322
Why do you look on us , and shake your head , And call us orphans ,, wretches ,
caft - aways , If that our noble father ... I do lament the sickness of the King , As
loth to lose him ; not your father's death ; It were lost sorrow to wail one that's lost .
Why do you look on us , and shake your head , And call us orphans ,, wretches ,
caft - aways , If that our noble father ... I do lament the sickness of the King , As
loth to lose him ; not your father's death ; It were lost sorrow to wail one that's lost .
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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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