The Plays of William Shakspeare ...C. Bathurst, 1785 |
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... York . York . My lord , most humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward . K. Henry . Take it , brave York .--- Now , foldiers , march away : And how thou pleafeft , God , difpofe the day ! SCENE IV , The field of battle ...
... York . York . My lord , most humbly on my knee I beg The leading of the vaward . K. Henry . Take it , brave York .--- Now , foldiers , march away : And how thou pleafeft , God , difpofe the day ! SCENE IV , The field of battle ...
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... York commends him to your majefty . K. Henry . Lives he , good uncle ? thrice , within this hour , I faw him down , thrice up again , and fighting ; From helmet to the fpur , all blood he was . Exe . In which array , ( brave foldier ...
... York commends him to your majefty . K. Henry . Lives he , good uncle ? thrice , within this hour , I faw him down , thrice up again , and fighting ; From helmet to the fpur , all blood he was . Exe . In which array , ( brave foldier ...
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... York , the earl of Suf- folk , Sir Richard Ketly , Davy Gam efquire : None else of name ; and , of all other men , But five and twenty . K. Henry . O God , thy arm was here ! And not to us , but to thy arm alone , Afcribe we all - When ...
... York , the earl of Suf- folk , Sir Richard Ketly , Davy Gam efquire : None else of name ; and , of all other men , But five and twenty . K. Henry . O God , thy arm was here ! And not to us , but to thy arm alone , Afcribe we all - When ...
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... York . Mortimer , earl of March . Sir John Faftolfe . Woodvile , lieutenant of the Tower . Lord Mayor of London . Sir Thomas Gargrave . Sir William Glanfdale . Sir William Lucy . Vernon , of the White Rofe , or York fattion . Baffet ...
... York . Mortimer , earl of March . Sir John Faftolfe . Woodvile , lieutenant of the Tower . Lord Mayor of London . Sir Thomas Gargrave . Sir William Glanfdale . Sir William Lucy . Vernon , of the White Rofe , or York fattion . Baffet ...
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... York , I will not live to be accounted Warwick . Mean time , in fignal of my love to thee , Against proud Somerset , and William Poole , Will I upon thy party wear this rofe : And here I prophefy , -This brawl to - day Grown to this ...
... York , I will not live to be accounted Warwick . Mean time , in fignal of my love to thee , Against proud Somerset , and William Poole , Will I upon thy party wear this rofe : And here I prophefy , -This brawl to - day Grown to this ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare,– In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections ... William Shakespeare,Samuel Johnson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1765 |
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Afide againſt Alarum anſwer art thou becauſe blood brother Cade Clarence Clif Clifford crown Dauphin death doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward Elean England Enter king Exeunt Exit expreffion fafe faid fame father fcene feems fenfe fhall fhame fhew fhould fight firſt flain foldiers folio fome foul fovereign fpeak fpeech France French ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Glofter grace Harfleur hath heart himſelf Holinfhed honour houſe Jack Cade JOHNSON king Henry lord lord protector mafter majefty MALONE moft muft muſt myſelf night paffage Pift play pleaſe prefent prifoner prince Pucel quarto quarto reads queen reafon reft Reignier Richard Richard Plantagenet Saliſbury SCENE Shakspeare ſhall Somerfet ſpeak ſtand STEEVENS Suffolk Talbot tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thoſe thouſand ufed unto uſed WARBURTON Warwick whofe word
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