The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, 8 tomas |
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327 psl.
... not yield . K. HEN . Ah , Exeter ! WAR . Why should you figh , my lord ? K. HEN . Not for myself , lord Warwick , but my fon , Whom I unnaturally shall difinherit . But be it as it may , I here entail Y 4 KING HENRY VI . 327.
... not yield . K. HEN . Ah , Exeter ! WAR . Why should you figh , my lord ? K. HEN . Not for myself , lord Warwick , but my fon , Whom I unnaturally shall difinherit . But be it as it may , I here entail Y 4 KING HENRY VI . 327.
329 psl.
... myself Both from thy table , Henry , and thy bed ; Until that act of parliament be repealed , Whereby my fon is difinherited . The northern lords , that have forfworn thy colours , Will follow mine , if once they fee them fpread ; And ...
... myself Both from thy table , Henry , and thy bed ; Until that act of parliament be repealed , Whereby my fon is difinherited . The northern lords , that have forfworn thy colours , Will follow mine , if once they fee them fpread ; And ...
346 psl.
... myself , In hafte , post - hafte , are come to join with you ; For in the marches here we heard you were , Making another head to fight again . EDW . Where is the duke of Norfolk , gentle Warwick ? And when came George from Burgundy to ...
... myself , In hafte , post - hafte , are come to join with you ; For in the marches here we heard you were , Making another head to fight again . EDW . Where is the duke of Norfolk , gentle Warwick ? And when came George from Burgundy to ...
347 psl.
... myself , With all the friends that thou , brave earl of March , Amongst the loving Welshmen canft procure , Will but amount to five and twenty thousand , Why , Via ! to London will we march amain , And once again bestride our foaming ...
... myself , With all the friends that thou , brave earl of March , Amongst the loving Welshmen canft procure , Will but amount to five and twenty thousand , Why , Via ! to London will we march amain , And once again bestride our foaming ...
356 psl.
... thee . They fight . Warwick enters , Clifford flies . RICH . Nay , Warwick , fingle out some other chase , For I myself will hunt this welf to death , [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . Alarm . Enter King Henry alone . 356 . THE THIRD PART OF.
... thee . They fight . Warwick enters , Clifford flies . RICH . Nay , Warwick , fingle out some other chase , For I myself will hunt this welf to death , [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . Alarm . Enter King Henry alone . 356 . THE THIRD PART OF.
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againſt ANNE anſwer Becauſe blood brother BUCK Buckingham Catesby cauſe CLAR Clarence CLIF Clifford crown curfe death devil doth duke of York DUTCH earl Enter king Exeunt Exit faid father fear fhall firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fovereign friends ftand fubject fuch fweet fword gentle Glo'fter Glouceſter grace gracious GRAY HAST Haſtings hath heart heav'n Henry VI himſelf houſe huſband Ibid JOHNS king Edward Lancaſter laſt live lord Haftings Lord Stanley madam majeſty Montague moſt muſt myſelf noble paffage perfon Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prince prince of Wales quarto QUEEN Ratcliff reafon reft reſt RICH Richard Richard III Richmond ſay SCENE ſeem Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe ſhould Somerſet ſpeak ſtand Stanley ſtate ſtay ſtill ſweet tell thee thefe THEOB theſe thine thoſe thou thouſand Unleſs unto uſe vice WARB Warwick Whoſe William Brandon words
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