Works, Том 4Bell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... Boling . May many years of happy days befal My gracious Sovereign , my moft loving Liege ! Mowb . Each day ftill better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich ...
... Boling . May many years of happy days befal My gracious Sovereign , my moft loving Liege ! Mowb . Each day ftill better other's happiness ; Until the heavens , envying earth's good hap , Add an immortal title to your crown ! K. Rich ...
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... Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Difclaiming here the kindred of a King , And lay afide my high blood's royalty ;; ( Which fear , not rev'rence , makes thee to accept :) If guilty dread hath left thee fo much ...
... Boling . Pale trembling coward , there I throw my gage , Difclaiming here the kindred of a King , And lay afide my high blood's royalty ;; ( Which fear , not rev'rence , makes thee to accept :) If guilty dread hath left thee fo much ...
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... Boling . Look what I faid , my life fhall prove it That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles , In name of lendings for your Highnefs ' foldiers , The which he hath detain❜d for lewd employments , Like a falfe traitor and ...
... Boling . Look what I faid , my life fhall prove it That Mowbray hath receiv'd eight thousand nobles , In name of lendings for your Highnefs ' foldiers , The which he hath detain❜d for lewd employments , Like a falfe traitor and ...
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... Boling . Chy Heaven defend my foul from such foul fin ! Shall I fee creft fall ' n in my father's fight , Or with pale beggar face impeach my height , Before this out - far'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Stall wound my honour with fuch ...
... Boling . Chy Heaven defend my foul from such foul fin ! Shall I fee creft fall ' n in my father's fight , Or with pale beggar face impeach my height , Before this out - far'd daftard ? Ere my tongue Stall wound my honour with fuch ...
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... Boling , Against whom comeft thou ? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true knight , fo defend thee Heav'n ! Boling Harry of Hereford , Lancafier , and Derby , Am 1 , who ready to ftand here in arms , To prove , by Heav'n's grace and ...
... Boling , Against whom comeft thou ? and what's thy quarrel ? Speak like a true knight , fo defend thee Heav'n ! Boling Harry of Hereford , Lancafier , and Derby , Am 1 , who ready to ftand here in arms , To prove , by Heav'n's grace and ...
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againſt anfwer arms art thou bafe Baft Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke cauſe coufin crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit fack fafe faid Falſtaff farewell father fave fear fhall fhew fhould fight fince flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French friends ftand fuch fweet fword Gaunt give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe horſe Juft King Henry Lady Liege Lord Mafter Majefty moft moſt Mowb muft muſt myſelf never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pift Piſtol pleaſe Poins pow'r prefent prifoners Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe reafon reft Reignier Rich Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE Shal ſhall Sir John ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue uncle unto Weft whofe wilt York
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