Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... thefe jars , and reft your minds in Let's to the altar : heralds , wait , on us ; Inftead of gold we'll offer up our arms , Pofterity await for wretched years , Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead . When at their mothers moift ...
... thefe jars , and reft your minds in Let's to the altar : heralds , wait , on us ; Inftead of gold we'll offer up our arms , Pofterity await for wretched years , Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead . When at their mothers moift ...
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... Thefe news would cause him once more yield the ghoft . Exe . How were they loft ? what treachery was ' us'd ? Mell . No treachery , but want of men and mony . Amongst the foldiers this is muttered , That here you maintain fev'ral ...
... Thefe news would cause him once more yield the ghoft . Exe . How were they loft ? what treachery was ' us'd ? Mell . No treachery , but want of men and mony . Amongst the foldiers this is muttered , That here you maintain fev'ral ...
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... thefe letters , full of bad mif- France is revolted from the English quite , Except fome petty towns of no import . The Dauphin Charles is crowned King in Rheims , The baftard Orleans with him is join'd : 5 Reignier Duke of Anjou ...
... thefe letters , full of bad mif- France is revolted from the English quite , Except fome petty towns of no import . The Dauphin Charles is crowned King in Rheims , The baftard Orleans with him is join'd : 5 Reignier Duke of Anjou ...
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... him fince he keeps no mean ? Alan . He may mean more than we poor men do know : Thefe women are threwd tempters with their tongues . Reig . My Lord , where are you ? what Reig 14 The First Part of And I will anfwer unpremeditated. ...
... him fince he keeps no mean ? Alan . He may mean more than we poor men do know : Thefe women are threwd tempters with their tongues . Reig . My Lord , where are you ? what Reig 14 The First Part of And I will anfwer unpremeditated. ...
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... thefe warders , that they wait not here ? Open the gates . ' Tis Gloucefter that calls . I Ward . Who's there that knocketh fo imperiously ? I Man . It is the noble Duke of Gloucester . " 2 Ward . Who - e'er he be , you may not be let ...
... thefe warders , that they wait not here ? Open the gates . ' Tis Gloucefter that calls . I Ward . Who's there that knocketh fo imperiously ? I Man . It is the noble Duke of Gloucester . " 2 Ward . Who - e'er he be , you may not be let ...
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