Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... Anne , and Eleanor . Sal . This Edmund , in the reign of Bolingbroke . As I have read , laid claim unto the crown ; And , but for Owen Glendower , had been King ; Who kept him in captivity , ' till he dy'd . But to the reft . York . His ...
... Anne , and Eleanor . Sal . This Edmund , in the reign of Bolingbroke . As I have read , laid claim unto the crown ; And , but for Owen Glendower , had been King ; Who kept him in captivity , ' till he dy'd . But to the reft . York . His ...
Page 286
... Anne , Widow of Edward Prince of Wales , Son to Henry VI . after- wards married to the Duke of Gloucester . Dutchess of York , Mother to Edward IV , Clarence , and Richard III . Sheriff , Purfuivant , Citizens , Ghofis of thofe murder'd ...
... Anne , Widow of Edward Prince of Wales , Son to Henry VI . after- wards married to the Duke of Gloucester . Dutchess of York , Mother to Edward IV , Clarence , and Richard III . Sheriff , Purfuivant , Citizens , Ghofis of thofe murder'd ...
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... Anne being the Mourner . Anne.SET down , fet down your honourable load , If honour may be fhrouded in a herse ; Whilft I a while obfequioufly lament Th ' untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster . Poor clay - cold figure of a holy King ...
... Anne being the Mourner . Anne.SET down , fet down your honourable load , If honour may be fhrouded in a herse ; Whilft I a while obfequioufly lament Th ' untimely fall of virtuous Lancaster . Poor clay - cold figure of a holy King ...
Page 293
... Anne . What black magician conjures up this fiend , To stop devoted charitable deeds ? Glo . Villains , fet down the Coarfe ; or , by St. Paul , I'll make a Coarfe of him that disobeys . Gent . My Lord , ftand back , and let the coffin ...
... Anne . What black magician conjures up this fiend , To stop devoted charitable deeds ? Glo . Villains , fet down the Coarfe ; or , by St. Paul , I'll make a Coarfe of him that disobeys . Gent . My Lord , ftand back , and let the coffin ...
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... Anne . Villain , thou know'ft nor law of God nor man ; No beast fo fierce , but knows fome touch of pity . Glo . But I know none , and therefore am no beast , Anne . O wonderful , when devils tell the truth ! Glo . More wonderful , when ...
... Anne . Villain , thou know'ft nor law of God nor man ; No beast fo fierce , but knows fome touch of pity . Glo . But I know none , and therefore am no beast , Anne . O wonderful , when devils tell the truth ! Glo . More wonderful , when ...
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