Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... live to be accounted Warwick . Mean time in fignal of my love to thee , Against proud Somerfet and William Pole , Will I upon thy party wear this rofe . And here I prophefie ; this brawl to - day , Grown to this faction in the Temple ...
... live to be accounted Warwick . Mean time in fignal of my love to thee , Against proud Somerfet and William Pole , Will I upon thy party wear this rofe . And here I prophefie ; this brawl to - day , Grown to this faction in the Temple ...
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... lives . Long after this , when Henry the Fifth After his father Bolingbroke did reign , Thy father , Earl of Cambridge , ( then deriv'd From famous Edmund Langley Duke of York , Marrying my fifter that thy mother was ; ) Again in pity ...
... lives . Long after this , when Henry the Fifth After his father Bolingbroke did reign , Thy father , Earl of Cambridge , ( then deriv'd From famous Edmund Langley Duke of York , Marrying my fifter that thy mother was ; ) Again in pity ...
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... lives , And as his father here was conqueror , As fure as in this late betrayed town Great Caurdelion's heart was buried ; So fure I swear to get the town or die . Burg . My vows are equal partners with thy vows . Tal . But ere we go ...
... lives , And as his father here was conqueror , As fure as in this late betrayed town Great Caurdelion's heart was buried ; So fure I swear to get the town or die . Burg . My vows are equal partners with thy vows . Tal . But ere we go ...
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... lives are done . York . Alas ! what joy fhall noble Talbot have , To bid his young fon welcome to his grave ! Away ! vexation almost stops my breath , That fundred friends greet in the hour of death . Lucy , farewel ! no more my fortune ...
... lives are done . York . Alas ! what joy fhall noble Talbot have , To bid his young fon welcome to his grave ! Away ! vexation almost stops my breath , That fundred friends greet in the hour of death . Lucy , farewel ! no more my fortune ...
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... lives in the world , his fhame in you . Tal . O SCENE VI . Near BOURDEAUX . Enter Talbot and his Son . Young John Talbot , I did fend for thee To tutor thee in ftratagems of war , That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd , When ...
... lives in the world , his fhame in you . Tal . O SCENE VI . Near BOURDEAUX . Enter Talbot and his Son . Young John Talbot , I did fend for thee To tutor thee in ftratagems of war , That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd , When ...
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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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