Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... fear'd abroad , That with his name the mothers ftill their babes ? I fee report is fabulous and falfe . I thought I fhould have seen some Hercules , A fecond Hector , for his grim afpect , And large proportion of his ftrong - knit limbs ...
... fear'd abroad , That with his name the mothers ftill their babes ? I fee report is fabulous and falfe . I thought I fhould have seen some Hercules , A fecond Hector , for his grim afpect , And large proportion of his ftrong - knit limbs ...
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... fear , as witnefling The truth on our fide . Som . No , Plantagenet , ' Tis not for fear , but anger that thy cheeks Blush for pure fhame to counterfeit our roses , And yet thy tongue will not confefs thy error . Plan . Hath not thy ...
... fear , as witnefling The truth on our fide . Som . No , Plantagenet , ' Tis not for fear , but anger that thy cheeks Blush for pure fhame to counterfeit our roses , And yet thy tongue will not confefs thy error . Plan . Hath not thy ...
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... fear me , if thy thoughts were fifted , The King thy Sovereign is not quite exempt From envious malice of thy fwelling heart . Win . Glo'fter , I do defie thee . Lords , vouchfafe To give me hearing what I fhall reply . If I were ...
... fear me , if thy thoughts were fifted , The King thy Sovereign is not quite exempt From envious malice of thy fwelling heart . Win . Glo'fter , I do defie thee . Lords , vouchfafe To give me hearing what I fhall reply . If I were ...
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... fear compell'd to fhut our shops . Enter feveral in skirmish with bloody pates : K. Henry . We charge you on allegiance to our felves , To hold your flaught'ring hands and keep the peace : Pray , uncle Glo'fter , mitigate this ftrife ...
... fear compell'd to fhut our shops . Enter feveral in skirmish with bloody pates : K. Henry . We charge you on allegiance to our felves , To hold your flaught'ring hands and keep the peace : Pray , uncle Glo'fter , mitigate this ftrife ...
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... fear that fatal prophefy , Which in the time of Henry nam'd the Fifth Was in the mouth of ev'ry fucking babe ; That Henry born at Monmouth fhould win all , And Henry born at Windfor fhould lofe all : Which is fo plain , that Exeter doth ...
... fear that fatal prophefy , Which in the time of Henry nam'd the Fifth Was in the mouth of ev'ry fucking babe ; That Henry born at Monmouth fhould win all , And Henry born at Windfor fhould lofe all : Which is fo plain , that Exeter doth ...
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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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