Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... fall'n down on the earth , How may I reverently worship thee ? a Alan . Leave off delays , and let us raise the fiege . Reig . Woman , do what thou canft to fave our honours , Drive them from Orleans , and be immortaliz'd . Dau ...
... fall'n down on the earth , How may I reverently worship thee ? a Alan . Leave off delays , and let us raise the fiege . Reig . Woman , do what thou canft to fave our honours , Drive them from Orleans , and be immortaliz'd . Dau ...
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... fall down . Sal . O Lord , have mercy on us , wretched finners ! Gar . O Lord , have mercy on me , woful man ! Tal ... falls down . Wretched fhall France be only in my name . " King HENRY VI . 21.
... fall down . Sal . O Lord , have mercy on us , wretched finners ! Gar . O Lord , have mercy on me , woful man ! Tal ... falls down . Wretched fhall France be only in my name . " King HENRY VI . 21.
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... fall'n . Dau . Duke of Alanfon , this was your default , That being Captain of the watch to - night , Did look no better to that weighty charge . Alan . Had all our quarters been as fafely kept , As that whereof I had the government ...
... fall'n . Dau . Duke of Alanfon , this was your default , That being Captain of the watch to - night , Did look no better to that weighty charge . Alan . Had all our quarters been as fafely kept , As that whereof I had the government ...
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... fall out right , I fhall as famous be by this exploit , As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus ' death . Great is the rumour of this dreadful Knight , And his atchievements of no lefs account : Fain would mine eyes be witnefs with mine ears , To ...
... fall out right , I fhall as famous be by this exploit , As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus ' death . Great is the rumour of this dreadful Knight , And his atchievements of no lefs account : Fain would mine eyes be witnefs with mine ears , To ...
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... fall on my fide fo against your will . Ver . If I , my Lord , for my opinion bleed , Opinion fhall be furgeon to my hurt , And keep me on the fide where ftill I am . Som . Well , well , & c . ( b ) a bloody red . Plan . Mean time your ...
... fall on my fide fo against your will . Ver . If I , my Lord , for my opinion bleed , Opinion fhall be furgeon to my hurt , And keep me on the fide where ftill I am . Som . Well , well , & c . ( b ) a bloody red . Plan . Mean time your ...
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