Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... Clifford , of the King's Party . Lord Say . Lord Scales , Governor of the Tower . Sir John Stanley . Sir Humphry Stafford . Young Stafford , his Brother . Alexander Iden , a Kentish Gentleman . Young Clifford , Son to the Lord Clifford ...
... Clifford , of the King's Party . Lord Say . Lord Scales , Governor of the Tower . Sir John Stanley . Sir Humphry Stafford . Young Stafford , his Brother . Alexander Iden , a Kentish Gentleman . Young Clifford , Son to the Lord Clifford ...
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... Clifford . Buck . Ay , here they be that dare and will disturb thee : Know , Cade , we come ambaffadors from the King Unto the Commons , whom thou haft mis - led , And here pronounce free pardon to them all That will forfake thee , and ...
... Clifford . Buck . Ay , here they be that dare and will disturb thee : Know , Cade , we come ambaffadors from the King Unto the Commons , whom thou haft mis - led , And here pronounce free pardon to them all That will forfake thee , and ...
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... Clifford , are ye fo brave ? and you , base peafants , do ye believe them ? will you needs be hang'd with your pardons about your necks ? hath my fword therefore broke through ... Clifford ! a Clifford ! we'll follow King HENRY VI . 173.
... Clifford , are ye fo brave ? and you , base peafants , do ye believe them ? will you needs be hang'd with your pardons about your necks ? hath my fword therefore broke through ... Clifford ! a Clifford ! we'll follow King HENRY VI . 173.
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William Shakespeare Sir Thomas Hanmer. All . A Clifford ! a Clifford ! we'll follow the King and Clifford . Cade . Was ever feather fo lightly blown to and fro , as this multitude ? the name of Henry the fifth hales them to an hundred ...
William Shakespeare Sir Thomas Hanmer. All . A Clifford ! a Clifford ! we'll follow the King and Clifford . Cade . Was ever feather fo lightly blown to and fro , as this multitude ? the name of Henry the fifth hales them to an hundred ...
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... Clifford . Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford , to deny their bail . Clif . Health and all happinefs to my Lord the King ! York . I thank thee , Clifford ; fay , what news with thee ? Nay , do not fright me with an angry look : We are thy ...
... Clifford . Q. Mar. And here comes Clifford , to deny their bail . Clif . Health and all happinefs to my Lord the King ! York . I thank thee , Clifford ; fay , what news with thee ? Nay , do not fright me with an angry look : We are thy ...
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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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