Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII |
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Page 76
The English army , that divided was Into two parts , is now conjoin'd in one , And
means to give you battel presently . Dau . Somewhat too sudden , Sirs , the
warning is ; But we will presently provide for them . Burg . I trust the ghost of
Talbot is ...
The English army , that divided was Into two parts , is now conjoin'd in one , And
means to give you battel presently . Dau . Somewhat too sudden , Sirs , the
warning is ; But we will presently provide for them . Burg . I trust the ghost of
Talbot is ...
Page 81
Upon thy Princely warrant I descend , To give thee answer of thy just demand .
Suf . And here I will expect thy coming . Trumpets found . Enter Reignier . Reig .
Welcome , brave Earl , into our territories , Command in Anjou what your honour
...
Upon thy Princely warrant I descend , To give thee answer of thy just demand .
Suf . And here I will expect thy coming . Trumpets found . Enter Reignier . Reig .
Welcome , brave Earl , into our territories , Command in Anjou what your honour
...
Page 89
Beside , his wealth doth warrant lib'ral dow'r , While Reignier sooner will receive
than give . Suf . A dow'r , my Lords . ! disgrace not to your King , That he should
be so abject , base and poor , To chuse for wealth , and not for perfect love .
Beside , his wealth doth warrant lib'ral dow'r , While Reignier sooner will receive
than give . Suf . A dow'r , my Lords . ! disgrace not to your King , That he should
be so abject , base and poor , To chuse for wealth , and not for perfect love .
Page 130
But meet him now , and be it in the morn When ev'ry one will give the time of day ,
He knits his brow and shews an angry eye , And pafseth by with stiff unbowed
knee , Disdaining duty that to us belongs . Small curs are not regarded when they
...
But meet him now , and be it in the morn When ev'ry one will give the time of day ,
He knits his brow and shews an angry eye , And pafseth by with stiff unbowed
knee , Disdaining duty that to us belongs . Small curs are not regarded when they
...
Page 155
Master , this prisoner freely give I thee ; And thou that art his mate , make boot of
this : The other , Walter Whitmore , is thy share . 1 Gent . What is my ransom ,
master , let me know . Majt . A thousand crowns , or else lay down your head , .
Master , this prisoner freely give I thee ; And thou that art his mate , make boot of
this : The other , Walter Whitmore , is thy share . 1 Gent . What is my ransom ,
master , let me know . Majt . A thousand crowns , or else lay down your head , .
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