The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, 5 tomasC. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... Suffolk , } Of the King's Party . Earl of Salisburys Of the York Faction . Earl of Warwick , 3 Lord Clifford , of the King's Party . Lord Say . Lord Scales , Governor of the Tower . Sir Humphry Stafford . " Young Stafford , bis Brother ...
... Suffolk , } Of the King's Party . Earl of Salisburys Of the York Faction . Earl of Warwick , 3 Lord Clifford , of the King's Party . Lord Say . Lord Scales , Governor of the Tower . Sir Humphry Stafford . " Young Stafford , bis Brother ...
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... Suffolk , York , Somerset , and Buckingham on the other . A # SUFFOLK . S by your high imperial Majefty I had in charge at my depart from France , As procurator for your Excellence , To marry Princess Margret for your Grace ; So in the ...
... Suffolk , York , Somerset , and Buckingham on the other . A # SUFFOLK . S by your high imperial Majefty I had in charge at my depart from France , As procurator for your Excellence , To marry Princess Margret for your Grace ; So in the ...
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... Suffolk , arife . Welcome , Queen Margaret ; I can exprefs no kinder fign of love , Than this kind kifs . O Lord , that lend'ft me life , Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness ! For thou haft giv'n me , in this beauteous face , A ...
... Suffolk , arife . Welcome , Queen Margaret ; I can exprefs no kinder fign of love , Than this kind kifs . O Lord , that lend'ft me life , Lend me a heart replete with thankfulness ! For thou haft giv'n me , in this beauteous face , A ...
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... Suffolk , And gird thee with the fword . Coufin of York , We here difcharge your Grace from being Regent I'th ' parts of France , till term of eighteen months Be full expir'd . Thanks , uncle Winchefier , Glo'fter , York , Buckingham ...
... Suffolk , And gird thee with the fword . Coufin of York , We here difcharge your Grace from being Regent I'th ' parts of France , till term of eighteen months Be full expir'd . Thanks , uncle Winchefier , Glo'fter , York , Buckingham ...
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... Suffolk , the new - made Duke that rules the roaft , Hath giv'n the dutchy of Anjou and Maine Unto the poor King Reignier , whofe large ftile Agrees not with the leannefs of his purfe . Sal . Now , by the death of him who dy'd for all ...
... Suffolk , the new - made Duke that rules the roaft , Hath giv'n the dutchy of Anjou and Maine Unto the poor King Reignier , whofe large ftile Agrees not with the leannefs of his purfe . Sal . Now , by the death of him who dy'd for all ...
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The Works of Shakespeare ...– Collated with the Oldest Copies, and ..., 5 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1740 |
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