Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII |
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Accursed tow'r , accursed fatal hand That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy ! In
thirteen battels Salisbury o'ercame : Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars ,
Whilit any trump did sound , or drum struck up , His sword did ne'er leave striking
in ...
Accursed tow'r , accursed fatal hand That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy ! In
thirteen battels Salisbury o'ercame : Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars ,
Whilit any trump did sound , or drum struck up , His sword did ne'er leave striking
in ...
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War . Behold , my Lord of Winchester , the Duke Hath banish'd moody
discontented fury , As by his smoothed brows it doth appear . Why look you still
so stern and tragical ? Glou . Here , Winchester , I offer thee my hand . K. Henry .
War . Behold , my Lord of Winchester , the Duke Hath banish'd moody
discontented fury , As by his smoothed brows it doth appear . Why look you still
so stern and tragical ? Glou . Here , Winchester , I offer thee my hand . K. Henry .
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This man , whom hand to hand I New in fight , May be possessed with some store
of crowns , And I that , haply , take them from him now , May yet , ere night , yield
both my life and them To some man else , as this dead man to me . Who's this ...
This man , whom hand to hand I New in fight , May be possessed with some store
of crowns , And I that , haply , take them from him now , May yet , ere night , yield
both my life and them To some man else , as this dead man to me . Who's this ...
Page 248
Yes , I agree , and thank you for your motion , Son Edward , she is fair and
virtuous ; Therefore delay not , give thy hand to Warwick , And with thy hand , thy
faith irrevocable , That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine . Prince . Yes , I
accept ...
Yes , I agree , and thank you for your motion , Son Edward , she is fair and
virtuous ; Therefore delay not , give thy hand to Warwick , And with thy hand , thy
faith irrevocable , That only Warwick's daughter shall be thine . Prince . Yes , I
accept ...
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And now in peace my soul shall part to heav'n , Since I have made my friends at
peace on earth ; Hastings and Rivers , take each other's hand , Disfemble not
your hatred , swear your love . Riv . By heav'n , my soul is purg'd from grudging
hate ...
And now in peace my soul shall part to heav'n , Since I have made my friends at
peace on earth ; Hastings and Rivers , take each other's hand , Disfemble not
your hatred , swear your love . Riv . By heav'n , my soul is purg'd from grudging
hate ...
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