Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... these many years Wafted our country , flain our citizens , And fent our fons and husbands captivate . Tal . Ha , ha , ha . [ to moan . fhall turn Count . Laugheft thou , wretch ? thy mirth Tal . I laugh to fee your Ladyfhip fo fond , To ...
... these many years Wafted our country , flain our citizens , And fent our fons and husbands captivate . Tal . Ha , ha , ha . [ to moan . fhall turn Count . Laugheft thou , wretch ? thy mirth Tal . I laugh to fee your Ladyfhip fo fond , To ...
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... These are his fubftance , finews , arms and ftrength , With which he yoaketh your rebellious necks , Razeth your cities and fubverts your towns , And in a moment makes them defolate . Count . Victorious Talbot , pardon my abufe ; I find ...
... These are his fubftance , finews , arms and ftrength , With which he yoaketh your rebellious necks , Razeth your cities and fubverts your towns , And in a moment makes them defolate . Count . Victorious Talbot , pardon my abufe ; I find ...
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... these my friends in fpight of thee fhall wear . Plan . And by my foul , this pale and angry rofe , As cognizance of my blood - drinking hate , Will I for ever and my faction wear , Until it wither with me to my grave , Or flourish to ...
... these my friends in fpight of thee fhall wear . Plan . And by my foul , this pale and angry rofe , As cognizance of my blood - drinking hate , Will I for ever and my faction wear , Until it wither with me to my grave , Or flourish to ...
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... THESE are the city gates , the gates of Roan , Through which our policy muft make a breach . Take heed , be wary how you place your words , Talk like the vulgar fort of market - men That come to gather mony for their corn . If we have ...
... THESE are the city gates , the gates of Roan , Through which our policy muft make a breach . Take heed , be wary how you place your words , Talk like the vulgar fort of market - men That come to gather mony for their corn . If we have ...
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... These haughty words of hers Have batter'd me like roaring cannon - fhot , And made me almoft yield upon my knees . Forgive me , country and fweet countrymen ; And , Lords , accept this hearty kind embrace . My forces and my pow'r of men ...
... These haughty words of hers Have batter'd me like roaring cannon - fhot , And made me almoft yield upon my knees . Forgive me , country and fweet countrymen ; And , Lords , accept this hearty kind embrace . My forces and my pow'r of men ...
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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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