Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... Dead March . Enter the Funeral of King Henry the Fifth , attended on by the Duke of Bedford , Regent of France ; the Duke of Gloucester , Protector ; the Duke of Exeter , and the Earl of Warwick , the Bishop of Winchefter and the Duke ...
... Dead March . Enter the Funeral of King Henry the Fifth , attended on by the Duke of Bedford , Regent of France ; the Duke of Gloucester , Protector ; the Duke of Exeter , and the Earl of Warwick , the Bishop of Winchefter and the Duke ...
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... dead , and never fhall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's difhonourable victory . We with our stately prefence glorifie , Like captives bound to a triumphant car . What ? fhall we curfe the planets of mishap , That ...
... dead , and never fhall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's difhonourable victory . We with our stately prefence glorifie , Like captives bound to a triumphant car . What ? fhall we curfe the planets of mishap , That ...
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... dead ! Henry the Fifth ! thy ghoft I invocate ; Profper this realm , keep it from civil broils , Combat with adverse planets in the heavens ! A far more glorious ftar thy foul will make Than Julius Cæfar.` SCENE Enter a Messenger . II ...
... dead ! Henry the Fifth ! thy ghoft I invocate ; Profper this realm , keep it from civil broils , Combat with adverse planets in the heavens ! A far more glorious ftar thy foul will make Than Julius Cæfar.` SCENE Enter a Messenger . II ...
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... dead Lord , Thou that giv'ft b whores indulgencies to fin ; I'll canvass thee in thy broad Cardinal's hat , If thou proceed in this thy infolence . Win . Nay , ftand thou back , I will not budge a foot : This be Damafcus , be thou ...
... dead Lord , Thou that giv'ft b whores indulgencies to fin ; I'll canvass thee in thy broad Cardinal's hat , If thou proceed in this thy infolence . Win . Nay , ftand thou back , I will not budge a foot : This be Damafcus , be thou ...
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... dead and gone , Remember to avenge me on the French . Plantagenet , I will ; and , Nero - like , Play on the lute , beholding the towns burn : ( a ) B 3 to heav'n for grace . The fun with one eye vieweth all the world . Heav'n , be thou ...
... dead and gone , Remember to avenge me on the French . Plantagenet , I will ; and , Nero - like , Play on the lute , beholding the towns burn : ( a ) B 3 to heav'n for grace . The fun with one eye vieweth all the world . Heav'n , be thou ...
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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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