Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... Lords , to add to your laments Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse , I must inform you of a dismal fight Betwixt the ftout Lord Talbot and the French . Win . What ! wherein Talbot overcame ? is't fo ? 3 Meff . O , no ; wherein Lord ...
... Lords , to add to your laments Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse , I must inform you of a dismal fight Betwixt the ftout Lord Talbot and the French . Win . What ! wherein Talbot overcame ? is't fo ? 3 Meff . O , no ; wherein Lord ...
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William Shakespeare Sir Thomas Hanmer. The tenth of Auguft laft , this dreadful Lord Retiring from the fiege of Orleans , Having fcarce full fix thousand in his troop , By ... Lord Scales with him , and Lord Hungerford ; King HENRY VI . 6.
William Shakespeare Sir Thomas Hanmer. The tenth of Auguft laft , this dreadful Lord Retiring from the fiege of Orleans , Having fcarce full fix thousand in his troop , By ... Lord Scales with him , and Lord Hungerford ; King HENRY VI . 6.
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... Lord , thou would'ft vouchsafe To vifit her poor caftle where the lyes ; That she may boaft fhe hath beheld the man Whofe glory fills the world with loud report . Bur . Is it ev'n fo ? nay , then I fee our wars Will turn into a peaceful ...
... Lord , thou would'ft vouchsafe To vifit her poor caftle where the lyes ; That she may boaft fhe hath beheld the man Whofe glory fills the world with loud report . Bur . Is it ev'n fo ? nay , then I fee our wars Will turn into a peaceful ...
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... Lord : And for that cause I train'd thee to my house . Long time thy fhadow hath been thrall to me , For in my gallery thy picture hangs : But now the fubftance fhall endure the like , And I will chain thefe legs and arms of thine ...
... Lord : And for that cause I train'd thee to my house . Long time thy fhadow hath been thrall to me , For in my gallery thy picture hangs : But now the fubftance fhall endure the like , And I will chain thefe legs and arms of thine ...
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... Lord of Winchester , behold My fighs and tears , and will not once relent ? Who fhould be pitiful , if you be not ? Or who should study to prefer a peace , If holy churchmen take delight in broils ? War . My Lord Protector , yield ...
... Lord of Winchester , behold My fighs and tears , and will not once relent ? Who fhould be pitiful , if you be not ? Or who should study to prefer a peace , If holy churchmen take delight in broils ? War . My Lord Protector , yield ...
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