Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... friends to us ; This happy night the Frenchmen are fecure , Having all day carous'd and banquetted . Embrace we then this opportunity , As fitting beft to quittance their deceit , Contriv'd by art and baleful forcery . Bed . Bed ...
... friends to us ; This happy night the Frenchmen are fecure , Having all day carous'd and banquetted . Embrace we then this opportunity , As fitting beft to quittance their deceit , Contriv'd by art and baleful forcery . Bed . Bed ...
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... friend ? At all times will you have my pow'r alike ? Sleeping or waking muft I ftill prevail ? Or will you blame and lay the fault on me ? Improvident foldiers ! had your watch been good , This fudden mifchief never could have fall'n ...
... friend ? At all times will you have my pow'r alike ? Sleeping or waking muft I ftill prevail ? Or will you blame and lay the fault on me ? Improvident foldiers ! had your watch been good , This fudden mifchief never could have fall'n ...
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... friends to wear my bleeding roles , That fhall maintain what I have faid is true , Where falfe Plantagenet dare not be feen . -Plan . Now by this maiden I fcorn my words I from thee and thy ' faction , 34 The First Part of.
... friends to wear my bleeding roles , That fhall maintain what I have faid is true , Where falfe Plantagenet dare not be feen . -Plan . Now by this maiden I fcorn my words I from thee and thy ' faction , 34 The First Part of.
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... friends in fpight of thee fhall wear . Plan . And by my foul , this pale and angry rofe , As cognizance of my blood - drinking hate , Will I for ever and my faction wear , Until it wither with me to my grave , Or flourish to the height ...
... friends in fpight of thee fhall wear . Plan . And by my foul , this pale and angry rofe , As cognizance of my blood - drinking hate , Will I for ever and my faction wear , Until it wither with me to my grave , Or flourish to the height ...
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... friend , is he come ? Plan . I , noble uncle , thus ignobly us❜d , Your nephew , late defpifed Richard , comes . Mor . Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck , And in his bofom spend my latest gafp . Oh , tell me when my lips do touch ...
... friend , is he come ? Plan . I , noble uncle , thus ignobly us❜d , Your nephew , late defpifed Richard , comes . Mor . Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck , And in his bofom spend my latest gafp . Oh , tell me when my lips do touch ...
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againſt Alarum Anne anſwer Becauſe blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Cardinal Catesby Cham Clarence Clif Clifford crown curfe death doth Duke of York Earl Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit fafe faid falfe father fear felf felves fent fhall fhame fhould fight firſt flain foldiers fome forrow foul fpeak France friends ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Glo'fter Glou Gloucefter Grace haft Haftings hath heart heav'n Highneſs himſelf honour houſe Jack Cade King Henry Lady Lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Protector Madam mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt noble peace Plantagenet pleaſe pleaſure prefent Prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſelf ſhall Sir Thomas Lovell Somerfet ſpeak ſtate Suffolk Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thine thoſe thou art thouſand unto Warwick whofe
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