Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... Royal Excellence , With , God preferve the good Duke Humphry ? I fear me , Lords , for all this flattering gloss , He will be found a dangerous Protector . Buck . Why fhould he then protect our Sovereign , He being of age to govern of ...
... Royal Excellence , With , God preferve the good Duke Humphry ? I fear me , Lords , for all this flattering gloss , He will be found a dangerous Protector . Buck . Why fhould he then protect our Sovereign , He being of age to govern of ...
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... Royal Majesty ! Elean . What fay'ft thou ? Majesty ? I am but Grace . Hume . But by the grace of God , and Hume's advice , You Grace's title fhall be multiply'd . Elean . What fay'st thou , man ? haft thou as yet conferr'd With Margery ...
... Royal Majesty ! Elean . What fay'ft thou ? Majesty ? I am but Grace . Hume . But by the grace of God , and Hume's advice , You Grace's title fhall be multiply'd . Elean . What fay'st thou , man ? haft thou as yet conferr'd With Margery ...
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... of York's armour . York . Bafe dunghil villain , and mechanical , I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech : I do beseech your royal Majesty , Let him have I do King HENRY VI . 10g I fay, my Sovereign, York is meetest man ...
... of York's armour . York . Bafe dunghil villain , and mechanical , I'll have thy head for this thy traitor's speech : I do beseech your royal Majesty , Let him have I do King HENRY VI . 10g I fay, my Sovereign, York is meetest man ...
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... royal Majefty . Arm . And I accept the combat willingly . Peter . Alas , my Lord , I cannot fight ; for God's fake pity my cafe ; the fpight of man prevaileth against me . O Lord , have mercy upon me ! I fhall never be able to fight a ...
... royal Majefty . Arm . And I accept the combat willingly . Peter . Alas , my Lord , I cannot fight ; for God's fake pity my cafe ; the fpight of man prevaileth against me . O Lord , have mercy upon me ! I fhall never be able to fight a ...
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... the next will mount . Me feemeth then , it is no policy , ( Refpecting what a ranc'rous mind he bears , And his advantage following your decease ) That That he fhould come about your Royal perfon , Or 130 The Second Part of ACT III. ...
... the next will mount . Me feemeth then , it is no policy , ( Refpecting what a ranc'rous mind he bears , And his advantage following your decease ) That That he fhould come about your Royal perfon , Or 130 The Second Part of ACT III. ...
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