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... Were by the Swords of common Soldiers slain . Edw . Lord Stafford's Father , Duke of Buckingham , Is either lain or wourdod dangerous , I cleft his Beaver with a down - righe blow : That this is true , father , bchold his Blood .
... Were by the Swords of common Soldiers slain . Edw . Lord Stafford's Father , Duke of Buckingham , Is either lain or wourdod dangerous , I cleft his Beaver with a down - righe blow : That this is true , father , bchold his Blood .
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... Were by the Swords of common Soldiers Nain . Edw . Lord Stafford's Father , Duke of Buckingham , Is either slain or wounded dangerous . I cleft his Beaver with a down - right blow : That this is true , Father , bchold his Blood .
... Were by the Swords of common Soldiers Nain . Edw . Lord Stafford's Father , Duke of Buckingham , Is either slain or wounded dangerous . I cleft his Beaver with a down - right blow : That this is true , Father , bchold his Blood .
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If not , our Swords thall plcad it in the Field . K. Henry . What Title haft thou , Traitor , to the Crown ? Thy Father was , as thou art , Duke of York , Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer , Earl of March .
If not , our Swords thall plcad it in the Field . K. Henry . What Title haft thou , Traitor , to the Crown ? Thy Father was , as thou art , Duke of York , Thy Grandfather Roger Mortimer , Earl of March .
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Ay , with my Sword . What , think'st thou that we fear them ? Edward and Richard , you shall stay with me , My Brother Montague shall post to London . Let noble Warwick , Cobham , and the rest , Whom we have left Protectors of the King ...
Ay , with my Sword . What , think'st thou that we fear them ? Edward and Richard , you shall stay with me , My Brother Montague shall post to London . Let noble Warwick , Cobham , and the rest , Whom we have left Protectors of the King ...
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Ah , gentle Clifford , kill me with thy Sword , And not with such a cruel threatning Look . Sweet Clifford , hear me speak before I die : I am too mean a subje & of thy wrath , Be thou reveng'd on Men , and let me live . Clif .
Ah , gentle Clifford , kill me with thy Sword , And not with such a cruel threatning Look . Sweet Clifford , hear me speak before I die : I am too mean a subje & of thy wrath , Be thou reveng'd on Men , and let me live . Clif .
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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 |
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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 |
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