The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... Buck . Why should he then protect our fovereign , He being of age to govern of himself ? Coufin of Somerfet , join you with me , And altogether with the Duke of Suffolk , We'll quickly hoift Duke Humphry from his feat . Car . This ...
... Buck . Why should he then protect our fovereign , He being of age to govern of himself ? Coufin of Somerfet , join you with me , And altogether with the Duke of Suffolk , We'll quickly hoift Duke Humphry from his feat . Car . This ...
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... Buck . All in this Prefence are thy betters , Warwick . War . Warwick may live to be the best of all . Sal . Peace , Son ; and fhew fome reason , Buckingham , Why Somerfet fhould be preferr'd in this . Q. Mar. Because the King ...
... Buck . All in this Prefence are thy betters , Warwick . War . Warwick may live to be the best of all . Sal . Peace , Son ; and fhew fome reason , Buckingham , Why Somerfet fhould be preferr'd in this . Q. Mar. Because the King ...
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... Buck . Thy cruelty in execution Upon offenders hath exceeded law ; And left thee to the mercy of the law . Q. Mar. Thy fale of offices and towns in France , If they were known , as the fufpect is great , Would make thee quickly hop ...
... Buck . Thy cruelty in execution Upon offenders hath exceeded law ; And left thee to the mercy of the law . Q. Mar. Thy fale of offices and towns in France , If they were known , as the fufpect is great , Would make thee quickly hop ...
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... fo bad as thine to England's King , Injurious Duke , that threat'ft where is no caufe . Buck . True , Madam , none at all : What call you this ? Away Away with them , let them be clap'd up close 22 The Second Part of King HENRY VI .
... fo bad as thine to England's King , Injurious Duke , that threat'ft where is no caufe . Buck . True , Madam , none at all : What call you this ? Away Away with them , let them be clap'd up close 22 The Second Part of King HENRY VI .
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... Buck . Your Grace fhall give me leave , my lord of York , To be the Poft , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleasure , my good lord . Who's within there , ho ? Enter a Serving - man . Invite my lords of Salisbury and Warwick , To ...
... Buck . Your Grace fhall give me leave , my lord of York , To be the Poft , in hope of his reward . York . At your pleasure , my good lord . Who's within there , ho ? Enter a Serving - man . Invite my lords of Salisbury and Warwick , To ...
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againſt Anne Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham buſineſs Cade Cardinal Catef Catesby caufe Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience Crown curfe death doft doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit faid father fear fhall fhame fhould fight flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftay ftill fuch fweet fword Glofter Grace gracious haft Haftings hath hear heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour Houſe Humphry Jack Cade King Henry lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft muft muſt myſelf noble pleaſe pleaſure Poft pray prefent Prince Queen reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſay SCENE ſhall Sir Thomas Lovel Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Warwick whofe wife
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