Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... Give me my fteeled coat , I'll fight for France . Away with these disgraceful , wailing robes ; Wounds I will lend the French , inftead of eyes , To weep their intermiffive miferies . SCENE III . Enter to them another Messenger . 2 Melf ...
... Give me my fteeled coat , I'll fight for France . Away with these disgraceful , wailing robes ; Wounds I will lend the French , inftead of eyes , To weep their intermiffive miferies . SCENE III . Enter to them another Messenger . 2 Melf ...
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... give over Orleans or no ? Pucel . Why , no , I fay ; diftrustful recreants ! Fight ' till the last gafp ; for I'll be your guard . Dau . What fhe fays I'll confirm ; we'll fight it out , Pucel . Affign'd I am to be the English fcourge ...
... give over Orleans or no ? Pucel . Why , no , I fay ; diftrustful recreants ! Fight ' till the last gafp ; for I'll be your guard . Dau . What fhe fays I'll confirm ; we'll fight it out , Pucel . Affign'd I am to be the English fcourge ...
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... give thy foul to him thou ferv'ft . ( a ) a Salisbury to you . Puzel or Puffel , Dolphin or . Dog - fish , Your hearts I'll ftamp out with my horfe's heels , And make a quagmire of your mingled brains . Convey brave , & . Pucel Pucel ...
... give thy foul to him thou ferv'ft . ( a ) a Salisbury to you . Puzel or Puffel , Dolphin or . Dog - fish , Your hearts I'll ftamp out with my horfe's heels , And make a quagmire of your mingled brains . Convey brave , & . Pucel Pucel ...
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... give their cenfure of these rare reports . Enter Meffenger and Talbot . Melf . Madam , according as your Ladyship By meffage crav'd , fo is Lord Talbot come . Count . And he is welcome ; what ? is this the man ? Meff . Madam , it is ...
... give their cenfure of these rare reports . Enter Meffenger and Talbot . Melf . Madam , according as your Ladyship By meffage crav'd , fo is Lord Talbot come . Count . And he is welcome ; what ? is this the man ? Meff . Madam , it is ...
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... give order for my funeral . And fo farewel ; and fair ' befal` thy hopes , And profp'rous be thy life , in peace and war ! Plan . And peace , no war , befal thy parting foul ! In prison haft thou spent a pilgrimage , 4 do 5 be all ... C ...
... give order for my funeral . And fo farewel ; and fair ' befal` thy hopes , And profp'rous be thy life , in peace and war ! Plan . And peace , no war , befal thy parting foul ! In prison haft thou spent a pilgrimage , 4 do 5 be all ... C ...
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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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Página 436 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
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Página 240 - Content!' to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Página 468 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of...