King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV. Part 1 ; King Henry IV. Part 2 ; Henry V ; King Henry VI. Part 1 ; King Henry VI. Part 2Jacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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... are you ? Enter Robert Faulconbridge and the Baftard . Baft . Your faithful Subje & , I , a Gentleman , Born in Northamptonshire , and eldest Son , As As I fuppofe , to Faulconbridge , A Soldier , 980 The Life and Death.
... are you ? Enter Robert Faulconbridge and the Baftard . Baft . Your faithful Subje & , I , a Gentleman , Born in Northamptonshire , and eldest Son , As As I fuppofe , to Faulconbridge , A Soldier , 980 The Life and Death.
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... Baft . Moft certain of one Mother , mighty King , That is well known , and , as I think , one Father : But for the certain Knowledge of that Truth , I put you o'er to Heav'n , and to my Mother ; Of that I doubt , as all Mens Children ...
... Baft . Moft certain of one Mother , mighty King , That is well known , and , as I think , one Father : But for the certain Knowledge of that Truth , I put you o'er to Heav'n , and to my Mother ; Of that I doubt , as all Mens Children ...
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... Baft . Well , Sir , by this you cannot get my Land , Your Tale must be how he imploy'd my Mother . Rob . And once ... Baft . Baft . Of no more force to difpoffefs me , 982 The Life and Death.
... Baft . Well , Sir , by this you cannot get my Land , Your Tale must be how he imploy'd my Mother . Rob . And once ... Baft . Baft . Of no more force to difpoffefs me , 982 The Life and Death.
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... Baft . Madam , and if my Brother had my Shape , And I had his , Sir Robert's his , like him , And if my Legs were two fuch riding Rods , My Arms fuch Eel - skins ftuft , my Face fo thin , That in mine Ear I durft not stick a Rofe , Left ...
... Baft . Madam , and if my Brother had my Shape , And I had his , Sir Robert's his , like him , And if my Legs were two fuch riding Rods , My Arms fuch Eel - skins ftuft , my Face fo thin , That in mine Ear I durft not stick a Rofe , Left ...
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... Baft . Brother , adieu , good Fortune come to thee , For thou waft got i'th ' way of honefty . [ Ex . all but Bastard . A Foot of Honour better than I was , But many a many Foot of Land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a Lady ...
... Baft . Brother , adieu , good Fortune come to thee , For thou waft got i'th ' way of honefty . [ Ex . all but Bastard . A Foot of Honour better than I was , But many a many Foot of Land the worse . Well , now can I make any Joan a Lady ...
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