Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII |
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Cries out for noble York and Somerset , To beat affailing death from his weak
legions . And while the honourable captain there Drops bloody sweat from his
war - wearied limbs , And in advantage ling'ring looks for rescue ; You , his false ...
Cries out for noble York and Somerset , To beat affailing death from his weak
legions . And while the honourable captain there Drops bloody sweat from his
war - wearied limbs , And in advantage ling'ring looks for rescue ; You , his false ...
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Whether it be through force of your report , My noble Lord of Suffolk , or for that
My tender youth was never yet attaint With any passion of inflaming love , I
cannot tell ; but this I am affur'd , I canDid King HENRY VI . . 89 Because he is
near ...
Whether it be through force of your report , My noble Lord of Suffolk , or for that
My tender youth was never yet attaint With any passion of inflaming love , I
cannot tell ; but this I am affur'd , I canDid King HENRY VI . . 89 Because he is
near ...
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... was to me , Might liquid tears , or heart - offending groans , Or blood -
consuming fighs recall his life ; I would be blind with weeping , fick with groans ,
Look pale as primrose with blood - drinking sighs , And all to have the noble
Duke alive .
... was to me , Might liquid tears , or heart - offending groans , Or blood -
consuming fighs recall his life ; I would be blind with weeping , fick with groans ,
Look pale as primrose with blood - drinking sighs , And all to have the noble
Duke alive .
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SC C Ε Ν Ε V. The Tow E R. Buckingham , Stanley , Hastings , Bishop of Ely ,
Catesby , Norfolk , Ratcliff , Lovel , with others , at a table . Hap.NOW : noble Pers
, the cause why we are met In God's name speak , when is the royal day ? Buck .
SC C Ε Ν Ε V. The Tow E R. Buckingham , Stanley , Hastings , Bishop of Ely ,
Catesby , Norfolk , Ratcliff , Lovel , with others , at a table . Hap.NOW : noble Pers
, the cause why we are met In God's name speak , when is the royal day ? Buck .
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My noble father , Henry of Buckingham , Who first rais'd head against usurping
Richard , Flying for succour to his servant Banister , Being distress'd , was by that
wretch betray'd , And without tryal fell ; God's peace be with him ! ! Henry the ...
My noble father , Henry of Buckingham , Who first rais'd head against usurping
Richard , Flying for succour to his servant Banister , Being distress'd , was by that
wretch betray'd , And without tryal fell ; God's peace be with him ! ! Henry the ...
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