Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... heart and hands thou haft at once fubdu'd ; Excellent Pucelle , if thy name be fo , Let me thy fervant and not Sovereign be , ' Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus . Pucel . I muft not yield to any rites of love , For my ...
... heart and hands thou haft at once fubdu'd ; Excellent Pucelle , if thy name be fo , Let me thy fervant and not Sovereign be , ' Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus . Pucel . I muft not yield to any rites of love , For my ...
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... heart - blood I will have for this day's work . Mayor . I'll call for clubs , if you will not away : This Cardinal is more haughty than the devil . Glou . Mayor , farewel : thou doft but what thou may'st . Win . Abominable Glo'fter ...
... heart - blood I will have for this day's work . Mayor . I'll call for clubs , if you will not away : This Cardinal is more haughty than the devil . Glou . Mayor , farewel : thou doft but what thou may'st . Win . Abominable Glo'fter ...
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... heart , Whom with my bare fifts I would execute , If I now had him brought into my pow'r . Sal . Yet tell'ft thou not how thou wert entertain❜d . Tal . With fcoffs and fcorns , and contumelious taunts , In open market - place produc'd ...
... heart , Whom with my bare fifts I would execute , If I now had him brought into my pow'r . Sal . Yet tell'ft thou not how thou wert entertain❜d . Tal . With fcoffs and fcorns , and contumelious taunts , In open market - place produc'd ...
Side 22
... heart he cannot be reveng'd . Frenchmen , I'll be a Salisbury to you . Convey brave Salisbury into his tent , And ... hearts I'll ftamp out with my horfe's heels , And make a quagmire of your mingled brains . Convey brave , & . Pucel ...
... heart he cannot be reveng'd . Frenchmen , I'll be a Salisbury to you . Convey brave Salisbury into his tent , And ... hearts I'll ftamp out with my horfe's heels , And make a quagmire of your mingled brains . Convey brave , & . Pucel ...
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... heart , and think me honoured To feaft fo great a warrior in my house . SCENE V. [ Exeunt . Changes to London , in the Temple garden . Enter Richard Plantagenet , Warwick , Somerfet , Suffolk , Vernon , and others . Plan . Great ' Reat ...
... heart , and think me honoured To feaft fo great a warrior in my house . SCENE V. [ Exeunt . Changes to London , in the Temple garden . Enter Richard Plantagenet , Warwick , Somerfet , Suffolk , Vernon , and others . Plan . Great ' Reat ...
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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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