The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomasJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane., 1709 |
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... Richard , Duke of Gloucefter , third Son to the Duke of York , afterwards King Richard III . Edmund , Earl of Rutland , youngest Son to the Duke of York . Duke of Norfolk , Marquis of Montague , Earl of Warwick , Earl of Salisbury ...
... Richard , Duke of Gloucefter , third Son to the Duke of York , afterwards King Richard III . Edmund , Earl of Rutland , youngest Son to the Duke of York . Duke of Norfolk , Marquis of Montague , Earl of Warwick , Earl of Salisbury ...
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... Richard , Norfolk , Mountague , Warwick , and Soldiers . WARWICK . Wonder how the King efcap'd our Hands ? York . While we purfu'd the Horfemen of the North , He flily ftole away , and left his Men : Whereat the great Lord of ...
... Richard , Norfolk , Mountague , Warwick , and Soldiers . WARWICK . Wonder how the King efcap'd our Hands ? York . While we purfu'd the Horfemen of the North , He flily ftole away , and left his Men : Whereat the great Lord of ...
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... Richard , claim the English Crown . Enter King Henry , Clifford , Northumberland , Weftmor- land , Exeter , and others . K. Henry . My Lords , look where the sturdy Rebel fits , Even in the Chair of State ; belike he means , Back'd by ...
... Richard , claim the English Crown . Enter King Henry , Clifford , Northumberland , Weftmor- land , Exeter , and others . K. Henry . My Lords , look where the sturdy Rebel fits , Even in the Chair of State ; belike he means , Back'd by ...
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... Richard Duke of York . K. Henry . And thall I ftand , and thou fit in my Throne ? Tork . It muft and fhall be fo , content thy felf . War . Be Duke of Lancaster , let him be King . Weft . He is both King and Duke of Lancaster , And that ...
... Richard Duke of York . K. Henry . And thall I ftand , and thou fit in my Throne ? Tork . It muft and fhall be fo , content thy felf . War . Be Duke of Lancaster , let him be King . Weft . He is both King and Duke of Lancaster , And that ...
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... Richard , in the view of many Lords , Refign'd the Crown to Henry the Fourth , Whofe Heir my Father was , and I am his . York . He rofe against him , being his Soveraign , And made him to refign his Crown perforce . War . Suppofe , my ...
... Richard , in the view of many Lords , Refign'd the Crown to Henry the Fourth , Whofe Heir my Father was , and I am his . York . He rofe against him , being his Soveraign , And made him to refign his Crown perforce . War . Suppofe , my ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with Cuts, 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1709 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Visos knygos peržiūra - 1714 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;– In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd ..., 4 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1714 |
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