The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... thee the firft duke of Suffolk , And gird thee with the fword . Coufin of York , We here discharge your Grace from being Regent I'th ' parts of France , till term of eighteen months Be full expir'd . Thanks , uncle Winchester , Glofter ...
... thee the firft duke of Suffolk , And gird thee with the fword . Coufin of York , We here discharge your Grace from being Regent I'th ' parts of France , till term of eighteen months Be full expir'd . Thanks , uncle Winchester , Glofter ...
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... thee , Pole , when in the city Tours Thou ran'ft a - tilt in honour of my love , And ftoll'ft away the ladies ' hearts of France ; I I thought , King Henry had resembled thee In courage The Second Part of King HENRY VI . 15.
... thee , Pole , when in the city Tours Thou ran'ft a - tilt in honour of my love , And ftoll'ft away the ladies ' hearts of France ; I I thought , King Henry had resembled thee In courage The Second Part of King HENRY VI . 15.
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... thee quickly hop without thy head . Exit Glo . Give me my fan ; what , minion ? can ye not ? [ She gives the ... thee and dandle thee like a baby : Though in this place moft Mafter wears no breeches , She fhall not flrike Dame Eleanor ...
... thee quickly hop without thy head . Exit Glo . Give me my fan ; what , minion ? can ye not ? [ She gives the ... thee and dandle thee like a baby : Though in this place moft Mafter wears no breeches , She fhall not flrike Dame Eleanor ...
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... thee , Suffolk , why I am unmeet : Firft , for I cannot flatter thee in pride ; Next , if I be appointed for the Place , My lord of Somerset will keep me here Without discharge , money or furniture , Till France be won into the ...
... thee , Suffolk , why I am unmeet : Firft , for I cannot flatter thee in pride ; Next , if I be appointed for the Place , My lord of Somerset will keep me here Without discharge , money or furniture , Till France be won into the ...
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... thee , may glorify the Lord . What , haft thou been long blind , and now restor❜d ? Simp . Born blind , an't please your Grace . Wife . Ay , indeed , was he . Suf . What woman is this ? Wife . His wife , an't like your worship . Glo ...
... thee , may glorify the Lord . What , haft thou been long blind , and now restor❜d ? Simp . Born blind , an't please your Grace . Wife . Ay , indeed , was he . Suf . What woman is this ? Wife . His wife , an't like your worship . Glo ...
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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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