Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... rest flaughter'd or took likewife . Bed . His ranfom there is none but I fhall pay . I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne , His crown fhall be the ranfom of my friend : Four of their Lords I'll change for one of ours . Farewel ...
... rest flaughter'd or took likewife . Bed . His ranfom there is none but I fhall pay . I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne , His crown fhall be the ranfom of my friend : Four of their Lords I'll change for one of ours . Farewel ...
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... rest . Keepers , convey him hence , and I my felf Will fee his burial better than his life . Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer , Choak'd with th ' ambition of a meaner fort . a And for those wrongs , those bitter injuries Which ...
... rest . Keepers , convey him hence , and I my felf Will fee his burial better than his life . Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer , Choak'd with th ' ambition of a meaner fort . a And for those wrongs , those bitter injuries Which ...
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... rest . Will ye like foldiers come and fight it out ? Alan . Seignior , no . I Tal . Seignior , hang then : -bafe muleteers of France ! Like peasant foot - boys do they keep the walls , And dare not take up arms like gentlemen . Pucel ...
... rest . Will ye like foldiers come and fight it out ? Alan . Seignior , no . I Tal . Seignior , hang then : -bafe muleteers of France ! Like peasant foot - boys do they keep the walls , And dare not take up arms like gentlemen . Pucel ...
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... rest . Tal . Loft and recover'd in a day again ? This is a double honour , Burgundy ; Yet heav'ns have glory for this victory ! Bur . Warlike and martial Talbot , Burgundy Infhrines thee in his heart , and there erects Thy noble deeds ...
... rest . Tal . Loft and recover'd in a day again ? This is a double honour , Burgundy ; Yet heav'ns have glory for this victory ! Bur . Warlike and martial Talbot , Burgundy Infhrines thee in his heart , and there erects Thy noble deeds ...
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... together , and digeft Your angry choler on your enemies . Our felf , my Lord Protector , and the rest , After fome refpite will return to Calais ; From From thence to England , where I hope ere long 60 The Eirft Part of.
... together , and digeft Your angry choler on your enemies . Our felf , my Lord Protector , and the rest , After fome refpite will return to Calais ; From From thence to England , where I hope ere long 60 The Eirft Part of.
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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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