The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, 5 tomasC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... moft royal perfon , That if your Highnefs fhould intend to fleep , And charge that no man fhould disturb your reft , In pain of your diflike , or pain of death ; Yet , notwithstanding fuch a ftrait edict , ( 12 ) What ftrorger breast ...
... moft royal perfon , That if your Highnefs fhould intend to fleep , And charge that no man fhould disturb your reft , In pain of your diflike , or pain of death ; Yet , notwithstanding fuch a ftrait edict , ( 12 ) What ftrorger breast ...
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... moft out of order . Come , march forward . [ Exeunt Cade and his party . [ Alarum to fight , wherein both the Staffords are flain . Re - enter Cade and the reft . Cade . Where's Dick , the butcher of Afford ? Dick . Here , Sir . Cade ...
... moft out of order . Come , march forward . [ Exeunt Cade and his party . [ Alarum to fight , wherein both the Staffords are flain . Re - enter Cade and the reft . Cade . Where's Dick , the butcher of Afford ? Dick . Here , Sir . Cade ...
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... moft traiteroufly corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar - school and whereas before , our fore - fathers had no other books but the score and the tally , thou haft caufed printing to be us'd ; and contrary to the King ...
... moft traiteroufly corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar - school and whereas before , our fore - fathers had no other books but the score and the tally , thou haft caufed printing to be us'd ; and contrary to the King ...
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... moft worthy to live . foot - cloth , dost thou not ? Say . What of that ? Thou doft ride on a Cade . Marry , thou ought'ft not to let thy horfe wear a cloak , when honester men than thou go in their hote and doublets . Dick . And work ...
... moft worthy to live . foot - cloth , dost thou not ? Say . What of that ? Thou doft ride on a Cade . Marry , thou ought'ft not to let thy horfe wear a cloak , when honester men than thou go in their hote and doublets . Dick . And work ...
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... moft ? Have I affected wealth or honour ? speak . Are my chefts fill'd up with extorted gold ? Is my apparel fumptuous to behold ? Whom have I injur'd , that ye feek my death ? These hands are free from guiltlefs blood - fhedding ; This ...
... moft ? Have I affected wealth or honour ? speak . Are my chefts fill'd up with extorted gold ? Is my apparel fumptuous to behold ? Whom have I injur'd , that ye feek my death ? These hands are free from guiltlefs blood - fhedding ; This ...
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againſt Anne blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Cham Clar Clarence Clif Clifford confcience crown curfe death doth Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Earl Earl of Richmond Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight flain fleep foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftay ftill fubject fuch fure fweet fword Glo'fter Grace haft hath heart heav'n himſelf honour houſe Humphry huſband Jack Cade King Henry Lady laft live Lord Chamberlain Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble perfon pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Prince Queen reafon reft Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE changes ſhall Sir Thomas Lovel Somerfet ſpeak Suffolk tell thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thouſand unto Warwick whofe wife
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