Works, 3 tomasBell & Bradfute, J. Dickinson [and others], 1795 |
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... Phil . As faithfully as I deny the devil . Lady King Richard Coeur - de - lion was thy father ; By long and vehement fuit I was feduc'd ' To make room for him in my husband's bed . Heav'n lay not my tranfgreffion to my charge !: Thou ...
... Phil . As faithfully as I deny the devil . Lady King Richard Coeur - de - lion was thy father ; By long and vehement fuit I was feduc'd ' To make room for him in my husband's bed . Heav'n lay not my tranfgreffion to my charge !: Thou ...
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... Phil . Well then , to work ; our engines fhall be bent Against the brows of this refifting town , Call for our chiefeft men of difcipline , To cull the plots of beft advantages . We'll lay before this town our royal bones , Wade to the ...
... Phil . Well then , to work ; our engines fhall be bent Against the brows of this refifting town , Call for our chiefeft men of difcipline , To cull the plots of beft advantages . We'll lay before this town our royal bones , Wade to the ...
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... Phil . How much unlook'd for is this expedition ! Auft . By how much unexpected , by fo much We must awake endeavour for defence ; For courage mounteth with occafion : Let them be welcome then , we are prepar'd . SCENE SCENE II . Enter ...
... Phil . How much unlook'd for is this expedition ! Auft . By how much unexpected , by fo much We must awake endeavour for defence ; For courage mounteth with occafion : Let them be welcome then , we are prepar'd . SCENE SCENE II . Enter ...
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... Phil . Peace be to England , if that war return From France to England , there to live in peace ! England we love ; and for that England's fake , With burthen of our armour here we fweat ; This toil of ours should be a work of thine ...
... Phil . Peace be to England , if that war return From France to England , there to live in peace ! England we love ; and for that England's fake , With burthen of our armour here we fweat ; This toil of ours should be a work of thine ...
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... Phil . Eli . There's a good mother , boy , that blots thy father . Conft . There's a good grandam , boy , that would blot thee , Auft . Peace- Faulc , Hear the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? Faulc . One that will play the ...
... Phil . Eli . There's a good mother , boy , that blots thy father . Conft . There's a good grandam , boy , that would blot thee , Auft . Peace- Faulc , Hear the crier . Auft . What the devil art thou ? Faulc . One that will play the ...
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