The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: King John. Richard the Second. Henry the FourthCollins & Hannay, 1823 |
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... meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him : therefore , never , never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more . 1 Pand . You hold too heinous a respect of grief . Const . He talks to me , that never had a son . K. Phil . You are ...
... meet him in the court of heaven I shall not know him : therefore , never , never Must I behold my pretty Arthur more . 1 Pand . You hold too heinous a respect of grief . Const . He talks to me , that never had a son . K. Phil . You are ...
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... meet him then . Sal . Or , rather then set forward : for ' twill be Two long days ' journey , lords , or e'er we meet . * Enter the Bastard . Bast . Once more to - day well met , distemper'd lords ! The king , by me , requests your ...
... meet him then . Sal . Or , rather then set forward : for ' twill be Two long days ' journey , lords , or e'er we meet . * Enter the Bastard . Bast . Once more to - day well met , distemper'd lords ! The king , by me , requests your ...
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... meet the French ; And from his holiness use all your power To stop their marches , ' fore we are inflam'd . Our discontented counties do revolt ; Our people quarrel with obedience ; Swearing allegiance , and the love of soul , To ...
... meet the French ; And from his holiness use all your power To stop their marches , ' fore we are inflam'd . Our discontented counties do revolt ; Our people quarrel with obedience ; Swearing allegiance , and the love of soul , To ...
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... meet displeasure further from the doors ; And grapple with him , ere he come so nigh . K. John . The legate of the pope hath been with me , [ 4 ] To forage is here used in its original sense , for to range abroad . JOHNSON . And I have ...
... meet displeasure further from the doors ; And grapple with him , ere he come so nigh . K. John . The legate of the pope hath been with me , [ 4 ] To forage is here used in its original sense , for to range abroad . JOHNSON . And I have ...
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... meet a prouder foe . SCENE II . [ Exeunt . A Plain near St. Edmund's - Bury . Enter , in arms , Lewis , SALISBURY , MELUN , PEMBROKE , BIGOT , and Soldiers . Lew . My lord Melun , let this be copied out , And keep it safe for our ...
... meet a prouder foe . SCENE II . [ Exeunt . A Plain near St. Edmund's - Bury . Enter , in arms , Lewis , SALISBURY , MELUN , PEMBROKE , BIGOT , and Soldiers . Lew . My lord Melun , let this be copied out , And keep it safe for our ...
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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bast Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke breath brother cousin crown dead death doth Duch duke duke of Hereford earl Eastcheap England Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear France friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven hither honour horse Host Hotspur Hubert John of Gaunt JOHNSON King Henry King John king Richard Lady Lancaster land liege look lord majesty MALONE master never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Phil Pist play Poins pray prince Prince JOHN prince of Wales Queen Rich SCENE Shakespeare Shal Shallow shame sir John sir John Falstaff soul speak STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue true uncle WARBURTON Westmoreland wilt word York
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