Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt.I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIII William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1770 |
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againſt Anne arms bear better blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Clarence Clifford comes crown dead death doth Duke Earl Edward enemies England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear felf fhall fhould fight follow fome foul fpeak France friends ftand fuch fword gentle give Glou Grace haft Haftings hand hath head hear heart heav'n Henry honour hope I'll keep King Lady leave live look Lord Madam mean mind mother muft muſt never noble once peace poor pray Prince Pucel Queen Rich Richard royal SCENE Suffolk Talbot tears tell thank thee thefe theſe thine thing thou thought tongue true unto Warwick wife York young
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