Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII |
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Page 68
Upon my death the French can little boast , In yours they will , in you all hopes are
lost . Flight cannot ftain the honour you have won ... There is no hope that ever I
will stay , If the first hour I shrink and run away . Here on my knee I beg mortality ...
Upon my death the French can little boast , In yours they will , in you all hopes are
lost . Flight cannot ftain the honour you have won ... There is no hope that ever I
will stay , If the first hour I shrink and run away . Here on my knee I beg mortality ...
Page 89
Her valiant courage , and undaunted spirit , More than in woman commonly is
seen , Answer our hope in issue of a King : For Henry , son unto a conqueror , Is
likely to beget more conquerors , If with a Lady of so high resolve As is fair Marg'
ret ...
Her valiant courage , and undaunted spirit , More than in woman commonly is
seen , Answer our hope in issue of a King : For Henry , son unto a conqueror , Is
likely to beget more conquerors , If with a Lady of so high resolve As is fair Marg'
ret ...
Page 90
I cannot tell ; but this I am affur'd , I feel fuch sharp diffention in my breast , Such
fierce alarums both of hope and fear , As I am fick with working of my thoughts .
Take therefore shipping ; poft , my Lord , to France , Agree to any covenants , and
...
I cannot tell ; but this I am affur'd , I feel fuch sharp diffention in my breast , Such
fierce alarums both of hope and fear , As I am fick with working of my thoughts .
Take therefore shipping ; poft , my Lord , to France , Agree to any covenants , and
...
Page 132
Cold news for me : for I had hope of France , As firmly as I hope for fertile England
. Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud , And caterpillars eat my leaves away .
But I will remedy this gear ere long , Or fell my title for a glorious grave .
Cold news for me : for I had hope of France , As firmly as I hope for fertile England
. Thus are my blossoms blasted in the bud , And caterpillars eat my leaves away .
But I will remedy this gear ere long , Or fell my title for a glorious grave .
Page 166
Join with the traitor , and they jointly fwear To fpoil the city and your royal Court .
Buck . Then linger not , my Lord ; away , take horse . K.Henry , Come , Marg'ret ,
God our hope will fuccour us . 2. Mar. My hope is gone , now Suffolk is deceas'd .
Join with the traitor , and they jointly fwear To fpoil the city and your royal Court .
Buck . Then linger not , my Lord ; away , take horse . K.Henry , Come , Marg'ret ,
God our hope will fuccour us . 2. Mar. My hope is gone , now Suffolk is deceas'd .
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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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