Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... Poor market - folks that come to fell their corn . Watch . Enter , go in , the market - bell is rung . Pucel . Now , Roan , I'll fhake thy bulwarks to the ground . [ Exeunt . Enter Dauphin , Bastard , and Reignier . Dau . St. Dennis ...
... Poor market - folks that come to fell their corn . Watch . Enter , go in , the market - bell is rung . Pucel . Now , Roan , I'll fhake thy bulwarks to the ground . [ Exeunt . Enter Dauphin , Bastard , and Reignier . Dau . St. Dennis ...
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... poor , for that pure blood of mine , .. Which thou didst force from Talbot my brave boy Here purpofing the Baftard to deftroy , Came in ftrong refcue . Speak , thy father's care , Art not thou weary , John ? how doft thou fare ? Wilt ...
... poor , for that pure blood of mine , .. Which thou didst force from Talbot my brave boy Here purpofing the Baftard to deftroy , Came in ftrong refcue . Speak , thy father's care , Art not thou weary , John ? how doft thou fare ? Wilt ...
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... Poor boy , he fmiles , methinks , as who fhould fay , Had death been French , then death had died to - day . Come , come , & c . [ brood He He answer'd thus : Young Talbot was not born To King HENRY VI . 71 A CT V. SCENE I. ...
... Poor boy , he fmiles , methinks , as who fhould fay , Had death been French , then death had died to - day . Come , come , & c . [ brood He He answer'd thus : Young Talbot was not born To King HENRY VI . 71 A CT V. SCENE I. ...
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... poor , And our Nobility will scorn the match . [ Afide . Mar. Hear ye me , Captain ? are ye not at leifure ? Suf . It fhall be fo , difdain they ne'er so much : Henry is youthful , and will quickly yield . Madam , I have a fecret to ...
... poor , And our Nobility will scorn the match . [ Afide . Mar. Hear ye me , Captain ? are ye not at leifure ? Suf . It fhall be fo , difdain they ne'er so much : Henry is youthful , and will quickly yield . Madam , I have a fecret to ...
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... poor Earl's daughter is unequal odds , And therefore may be broke without offence . Glou . Why , what , I pray , is Margret more than that ? Her father is no better than an Earl , Although in glorious titles he excell . Suf . Yes , my ...
... poor Earl's daughter is unequal odds , And therefore may be broke without offence . Glou . Why , what , I pray , is Margret more than that ? Her father is no better than an Earl , Although in glorious titles he excell . Suf . Yes , my ...
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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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