King Henry VI. Part 3 ; King Richard III ; King Henry VIII ; Troilus and Cressida ; Coriolanus ; Titus AndronicusJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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... Coats of Steel , And wrap our Bodies in black mourning Gowns , Numb'ring our Ave Maries with our Beads . Or fhall we on the Helmets of our Foes , Tell Tell our Devotion with revengeful Arms ? If for the 1558 The Third Part of.
... Coats of Steel , And wrap our Bodies in black mourning Gowns , Numb'ring our Ave Maries with our Beads . Or fhall we on the Helmets of our Foes , Tell Tell our Devotion with revengeful Arms ? If for the 1558 The Third Part of.
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William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe. Tell our Devotion with revengeful Arms ? If for the laft , fay Ay , and to it Lords . you out , War . Why therefore Warwick came to feek And therefore comes my Brother Montague : Attend me Lords , the ...
William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe. Tell our Devotion with revengeful Arms ? If for the laft , fay Ay , and to it Lords . you out , War . Why therefore Warwick came to feek And therefore comes my Brother Montague : Attend me Lords , the ...
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... Arms : I that did never weep , now melt with woe , That Winter fhould cut off our Spring - time fo . War . Away , away : Once more , fweet Lords , farewel . Cla Cla . Yet let us all together to our Troops King Henry VI . 1565.
... Arms : I that did never weep , now melt with woe , That Winter fhould cut off our Spring - time fo . War . Away , away : Once more , fweet Lords , farewel . Cla Cla . Yet let us all together to our Troops King Henry VI . 1565.
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... Arm is for the Duke of York , And this for Rutland , both bound to revenge , Wert thou environ'd with a Brazen Wall . Clif . Now , Richard , I am with thee here alone , This is the Hand that ftabb'd thy Father York , And this the Hand ...
... Arm is for the Duke of York , And this for Rutland , both bound to revenge , Wert thou environ'd with a Brazen Wall . Clif . Now , Richard , I am with thee here alone , This is the Hand that ftabb'd thy Father York , And this the Hand ...
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... Arms of mine fhall be thy winding - fheet , My heart , fweet Boy , fhall be thy Sepulcher , For from my Heart thine Image ne'er fhall go . My fighing Breaft fhall be thy Funeral Bell ; And fo obfequious will thy Father be , Sad for the ...
... Arms of mine fhall be thy winding - fheet , My heart , fweet Boy , fhall be thy Sepulcher , For from my Heart thine Image ne'er fhall go . My fighing Breaft fhall be thy Funeral Bell ; And fo obfequious will thy Father be , Sad for the ...
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Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Blood Brother Buck Buckingham Caufe Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Crown Curfe Death Diomede doth Duke Duke of York e'er Edward Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes fafe faid Father fear felf felves fent fhall fhew fhould flain fome fpeak Friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet Goths Grace Haftings Hand hath hear Heart Heaven Hector Henry himſelf Honour i'th King Lady laft Lart Lavinia Lord Lord Chamberlain Love Lucius Madam Marcus Martius moft Morrow muft muſt Noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Peace pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Priam Prince Queen Reafon reft Rich Rome ſhall Soul ſpeak Sword tell thee thefe Ther theſe thine thofe thou art Titus Titus Andronicus Tongue Troi Troilus unto Vlyf Warwick whofe York
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