The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... Haftings , Lord Stafford , Sir John Mortimer , Sir Hugh Mortimer , Of the Duke of York's Party . } Uncles to the Duke of York . Sir William Stanley , afterwards Earl of Derby . Lord Rivers , Brother to the Lady Gray . Sir John ...
... Haftings , Lord Stafford , Sir John Mortimer , Sir Hugh Mortimer , Of the Duke of York's Party . } Uncles to the Duke of York . Sir William Stanley , afterwards Earl of Derby . Lord Rivers , Brother to the Lady Gray . Sir John ...
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... Haftings : Four ftand on one fide , and four on the other . Glo . And his well chofen bride . Clar . I mind to tell him plainly what I think . K. Edw . Now , brother Clarence , how like you our choice , That you ftand penfive , as half ...
... Haftings : Four ftand on one fide , and four on the other . Glo . And his well chofen bride . Clar . I mind to tell him plainly what I think . K. Edw . Now , brother Clarence , how like you our choice , That you ftand penfive , as half ...
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... Haftings well de- To have the Heir of the lord Hungerford . [ Grant , [ ferves K. Edw . Ay , what of that ? it was my will and And for this once my will fhall ftand for law . Glo . And yet , methinks , your Grace hath not done To give ...
... Haftings well de- To have the Heir of the lord Hungerford . [ Grant , [ ferves K. Edw . Ay , what of that ? it was my will and And for this once my will fhall ftand for law . Glo . And yet , methinks , your Grace hath not done To give ...
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... Haftings and Montague , Refolve my doubt : you twain , of all the rest , Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance ; Tell me , if you love Warwick more than me ? If it be fo , then both depart to him : I rather with you foes , than ...
... Haftings and Montague , Refolve my doubt : you twain , of all the rest , Are near to Warwick by blood and by alliance ; Tell me , if you love Warwick more than me ? If it be fo , then both depart to him : I rather with you foes , than ...
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... Haftings , the King's chiefeft friend . 3 Watch . O , is it fo ? but why commands the King , That his chief followers lodge in towns about him , While he himself keepeth in the cold field ? 2 Watch . ' Tis the more honour , because the ...
... Haftings , the King's chiefeft friend . 3 Watch . O , is it fo ? but why commands the King , That his chief followers lodge in towns about him , While he himself keepeth in the cold field ? 2 Watch . ' Tis the more honour , because the ...
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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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