The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, Volume 4Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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Page 1538
... King , and Prince of Wales . Duke of Somerset , Earl of Northumberland , Earl of Oxford , Earl of Exeter , Earl of Weftmorland , Lord Clifford , Lords of King Henry's fide . Earl of Richmond , a Youth , afterwards King Henry VII ...
... King , and Prince of Wales . Duke of Somerset , Earl of Northumberland , Earl of Oxford , Earl of Exeter , Earl of Weftmorland , Lord Clifford , Lords of King Henry's fide . Earl of Richmond , a Youth , afterwards King Henry VII ...
Page 1540
... King Henry's Head . War . And fo do I , victorious Prince of York Before I fee thee feated in the Throne , Which now the Houfe of Lancaster ufurps , I vow by Heav'n , thefe Eyes fhall never clofe . This is the Palace of the fearful King ...
... King Henry's Head . War . And fo do I , victorious Prince of York Before I fee thee feated in the Throne , Which now the Houfe of Lancaster ufurps , I vow by Heav'n , thefe Eyes fhall never clofe . This is the Palace of the fearful King ...
Page 1541
... King ? War . True , Clifford , and that's Richard Duke of York . K. Henry . And thall I ftand , and thou fit in my Throne ? Tork . It muft and fhall be fo , content thy felf . War . Be Duke of Lancaster , let him be King . Weft . He is ...
... King ? War . True , Clifford , and that's Richard Duke of York . K. Henry . And thall I ftand , and thou fit in my Throne ? Tork . It muft and fhall be fo , content thy felf . War . Be Duke of Lancaster , let him be King . Weft . He is ...
Page 1543
... King . K. Henry . Henry the Fourth by Conqueft got the Crown . York . ' Twas by Rebellion against his King . K. Henry . I know not what to fay , my Title's weak : Tell me , may not a King adopt an Heir ? Tork . What then ? K. Henry ...
... King . K. Henry . Henry the Fourth by Conqueft got the Crown . York . ' Twas by Rebellion against his King . K. Henry . I know not what to fay , my Title's weak : Tell me , may not a King adopt an Heir ? Tork . What then ? K. Henry ...
Page 1544
... King . York . Confirm the Crown to me , and to mine Heirs , And thou shalt Reign in quiet while thou liv'ft . K. Henry . I am content : Richard Plantagenet , Enjoy the Kingdom after my decease . Clif , What wrong is this unto the Prince ...
... King . York . Confirm the Crown to me , and to mine Heirs , And thou shalt Reign in quiet while thou liv'ft . K. Henry . I am content : Richard Plantagenet , Enjoy the Kingdom after my decease . Clif , What wrong is this unto the Prince ...
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Page 1777 - Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not ; Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
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