The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... fuch as my wit affords , And over - joy of heart doth minifter . K. Henry . Her fight did ravish , but her grace in speech , Her words y - clad with wifdom's majesty , Make me from wondring fall to weeping joys , Such is the fulness of ...
... fuch as my wit affords , And over - joy of heart doth minifter . K. Henry . Her fight did ravish , but her grace in speech , Her words y - clad with wifdom's majesty , Make me from wondring fall to weeping joys , Such is the fulness of ...
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... fuch circumstances ? For France , ' tis ours ; and we will keep it fill . Glo . Ay , uncle , we will keep it if we can ; But now it is impoffible we should . Suffolk , the new - made Duke that rules the roast , Hath given the dutchy of ...
... fuch circumstances ? For France , ' tis ours ; and we will keep it fill . Glo . Ay , uncle , we will keep it if we can ; But now it is impoffible we should . Suffolk , the new - made Duke that rules the roast , Hath given the dutchy of ...
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... fuch questions , As by your Grace fhall be propounded him . Elean . It is enough , I'll think upon the questions : When from St. Albans we do make return , We'll fee those things effected to the full . Here , Hume , take this reward ...
... fuch questions , As by your Grace fhall be propounded him . Elean . It is enough , I'll think upon the questions : When from St. Albans we do make return , We'll fee those things effected to the full . Here , Hume , take this reward ...
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... . Madam , myself have lim'd a bush for her , And plac'd a quire of fuch enticing birds , That he will light to liften to their lays ; And And never mount to trouble you again . So , 16. The Second Part of King HENRY VI .
... . Madam , myself have lim'd a bush for her , And plac'd a quire of fuch enticing birds , That he will light to liften to their lays ; And And never mount to trouble you again . So , 16. The Second Part of King HENRY VI .
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... fuch matter : God is my witnefs , I am falfely accus'd by the villain . Pet . By thefe ten bones , my lord , he did speak them to me in the garret one night , as we were fcow'ring my lord of York's armour . York . Bafe dunghill villain ...
... fuch matter : God is my witnefs , I am falfely accus'd by the villain . Pet . By thefe ten bones , my lord , he did speak them to me in the garret one night , as we were fcow'ring my lord of York's armour . York . Bafe dunghill villain ...
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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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