Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... live long ! England ne'er loft a King of fo much worth . Glou . England ne'er had a King until his time : Virtue he had , deferving to command . His brandifh'd fword did blind men with its beams ; His arms fpread wider than a Dragon's ...
... live long ! England ne'er loft a King of fo much worth . Glou . England ne'er had a King until his time : Virtue he had , deferving to command . His brandifh'd fword did blind men with its beams ; His arms fpread wider than a Dragon's ...
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... , Unto his daftard foe - men is betray'd . 3 Meff . O , no , he lives , but is took prifoner , ( a ) See the note on the fifth Scene of A & 3 . 6 vaward And Pope . And Lord Scales with him , and Lord Hungerford ; King HENRY VI . 6.
... , Unto his daftard foe - men is betray'd . 3 Meff . O , no , he lives , but is took prifoner , ( a ) See the note on the fifth Scene of A & 3 . 6 vaward And Pope . And Lord Scales with him , and Lord Hungerford ; King HENRY VI . 6.
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... live , I'll ne'er fly from a man . Here they fight , and Joan la Pucelle overcomes . Dau . Stay , ftay thy hands , thou art an Amazon , And fighteft with the fword of Debora . Pucel . Chrift's mother helps me , elfe I were too weak ...
... live , I'll ne'er fly from a man . Here they fight , and Joan la Pucelle overcomes . Dau . Stay , ftay thy hands , thou art an Amazon , And fighteft with the fword of Debora . Pucel . Chrift's mother helps me , elfe I were too weak ...
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... live afunder day or night . After that things are fet in order here , We'll follow them with all the pow'r we have . Enter a Messenger . Meff . All hail , my Lords ! which of this Princely train Call ye the warlike Talbot , for his acts ...
... live afunder day or night . After that things are fet in order here , We'll follow them with all the pow'r we have . Enter a Messenger . Meff . All hail , my Lords ! which of this Princely train Call ye the warlike Talbot , for his acts ...
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... lives guilty in thy blood , And ' till thou be reftor'd , thou art a Yeoman , Plan . My father was attached , not attainted , Condemn'd to die for treafon , but no traitor ; And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset , Were growing ...
... lives guilty in thy blood , And ' till thou be reftor'd , thou art a Yeoman , Plan . My father was attached , not attainted , Condemn'd to die for treafon , but no traitor ; And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset , Were growing ...
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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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