Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... Somerset in th ' error ? Suf . ' Faith , I have been a truant in the law , I never yet could frame my will to it , And therefore frame the law unto my will . Som . Judge you , my Lord of Warwick , then between us . War . Between two ...
... Somerset in th ' error ? Suf . ' Faith , I have been a truant in the law , I never yet could frame my will to it , And therefore frame the law unto my will . Som . Judge you , my Lord of Warwick , then between us . War . Between two ...
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... Somerset . In fign whereof I pluck a white rofe too . Plan . Now , Somerfet , where is your argument ? Som . Here in my fcabbard , meditating that Shall dye your white rofe to a bloody red . b Plan . Now by this maiden bloffom in my ...
... Somerset . In fign whereof I pluck a white rofe too . Plan . Now , Somerfet , where is your argument ? Som . Here in my fcabbard , meditating that Shall dye your white rofe to a bloody red . b Plan . Now by this maiden bloffom in my ...
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... Somerset , Were growing time once ripen'd to my will . For your partaker Pole , and you your self , I'll note you in my book of memory , To fcourge you for this reprehenfion ; Look to it well , and fay you are well warn'd . Som . Ah ...
... Somerset , Were growing time once ripen'd to my will . For your partaker Pole , and you your self , I'll note you in my book of memory , To fcourge you for this reprehenfion ; Look to it well , and fay you are well warn'd . Som . Ah ...
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... Somerset and me : Amongst which terms he us'd his lavish tongue , And did upbraid me with my father's death ; Which obloquy fet bars before my tongue , Elfe with the like I had requited him . Therefore , good uncle , for my father's ...
... Somerset and me : Amongst which terms he us'd his lavish tongue , And did upbraid me with my father's death ; Which obloquy fet bars before my tongue , Elfe with the like I had requited him . Therefore , good uncle , for my father's ...
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... Somerset . Ver . Sirrah , thy Lord I honour as he is . Baf . Why , what is he ? as good a man as York . Ver . Hark ye ; not fo : in witnefs take you that . [ Strikes bim . Baf . Villain , thou know'ft the law of arms is fuch That whofo ...
... Somerset . Ver . Sirrah , thy Lord I honour as he is . Baf . Why , what is he ? as good a man as York . Ver . Hark ye ; not fo : in witnefs take you that . [ Strikes bim . Baf . Villain , thou know'ft the law of arms is fuch That whofo ...
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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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