The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... thefe labours and these honours die ! Shall Henry's Conquest , Bedford's vigilance , Your deeds of war , and all our counsel die ! O peers of England , fhameful is this league , Fatal this marriage ; cancelling your fame , Blotting your ...
... thefe labours and these honours die ! Shall Henry's Conquest , Bedford's vigilance , Your deeds of war , and all our counsel die ! O peers of England , fhameful is this league , Fatal this marriage ; cancelling your fame , Blotting your ...
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William Shakespeare. Those provinces thefe arms of mine did conquer . And are the cities , that I got with wounds , Delivered up again with peaceful words ? York . For Suffolk's Duke , may he be fuffocate , That dims the honour of this ...
William Shakespeare. Those provinces thefe arms of mine did conquer . And are the cities , that I got with wounds , Delivered up again with peaceful words ? York . For Suffolk's Duke , may he be fuffocate , That dims the honour of this ...
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... thefe do labour for their own preferment , Behoves it us to labour for the realm . I never faw , but Humphry Duke of Glofter Did bear him like a noble gentleman : Oft have I seen the haughty Cardinal More like a foldier , than a man o ...
... thefe do labour for their own preferment , Behoves it us to labour for the realm . I never faw , but Humphry Duke of Glofter Did bear him like a noble gentleman : Oft have I seen the haughty Cardinal More like a foldier , than a man o ...
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... thefe conjurations in her brain . They fay , a crafty knave does need no broker ; Yet am I Suffolk's , and the Cardinal's , broker . Hume , if you take not heed , you shall go near To call them both a pair of crafty knaves . Well , fo ...
... thefe conjurations in her brain . They fay , a crafty knave does need no broker ; Yet am I Suffolk's , and the Cardinal's , broker . Hume , if you take not heed , you shall go near To call them both a pair of crafty knaves . Well , fo ...
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... To give his Cenfure : thefe are no woman's matters , Q. Mar. If he be old enough , what needs your Grace To be Protector of his Excellence ? Glo . Glo . Madam , I am Protector of the Realm The Second Part of King HENRY VI . 17.
... To give his Cenfure : thefe are no woman's matters , Q. Mar. If he be old enough , what needs your Grace To be Protector of his Excellence ? Glo . Glo . Madam , I am Protector of the Realm The Second Part of King HENRY VI . 17.
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