Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... Some violent hands were laid on Humphry's life : If my fufpect be falfe , forgive me , God ! For judgment only doth belong to thee . Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips With twenty thoufand kiffes , and to drain Upon his face an ...
... Some violent hands were laid on Humphry's life : If my fufpect be falfe , forgive me , God ! For judgment only doth belong to thee . Fain would I go to chafe his paly lips With twenty thoufand kiffes , and to drain Upon his face an ...
Page 147
... Some stern untutor'd churl ; and noble stock Was graft with crab - tree flip , whose fruit thou art , And never of the Nevills noble race . War . But that the guilt of murther bucklers thee , And I should rob the death's - man of his ...
... Some stern untutor'd churl ; and noble stock Was graft with crab - tree flip , whose fruit thou art , And never of the Nevills noble race . War . But that the guilt of murther bucklers thee , And I should rob the death's - man of his ...
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... Some fay the bee ftings , but I fay ' tis bees wax ; for I did but seal once to a thing , and I was never my own man fince . How now ? who is there ? . : Enter a Clerk . Wear . The clerk of Chatham ; he can write and read , and caft ...
... Some fay the bee ftings , but I fay ' tis bees wax ; for I did but seal once to a thing , and I was never my own man fince . How now ? who is there ? . : Enter a Clerk . Wear . The clerk of Chatham ; he can write and read , and caft ...
Page 212
... Some dreadful ftory hanging on thy tongue ? Mef . Ah ! one that was a woful looker on When as the noble Duke of York was flain , Your Princely father , and my loving Lord . Edw . Oh , fpeak no more ! for I have heard too much . Rich ...
... Some dreadful ftory hanging on thy tongue ? Mef . Ah ! one that was a woful looker on When as the noble Duke of York was flain , Your Princely father , and my loving Lord . Edw . Oh , fpeak no more ! for I have heard too much . Rich ...
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... Some fix miles off the Duke is with the foldiers ; And for your brother , he was lately sent From your kind aunt , Dutchefs of Burgundy , With aid of foldiers to this needful war . Rich . ' Twas odds belike when valiant Warwick fled ...
... Some fix miles off the Duke is with the foldiers ; And for your brother , he was lately sent From your kind aunt , Dutchefs of Burgundy , With aid of foldiers to this needful war . Rich . ' Twas odds belike when valiant Warwick fled ...
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againſt Alarum Anne anſwer Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catesby Cham Clarence Clif Clifford crown curfe death doth Duke of York Earl Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear felf felves fent fhall fhame fhould fight firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Glou Gloucefter Grace haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour houſe Jack Cade King Henry Lady Lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Protector Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt noble peace Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prefent Prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſelf ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak ſtate Suffolk Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand unto Warwick whofe
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Page 466 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
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