Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... Lord Haftings was to her for his delivery ? Glo . Humbly complaining to her Deity , Got my Lord Chamberlain his liberty . I'll tell you what ; I think it is our way , If we will keep in favour with the King , To be her men , and wear ...
... Lord Haftings was to her for his delivery ? Glo . Humbly complaining to her Deity , Got my Lord Chamberlain his liberty . I'll tell you what ; I think it is our way , If we will keep in favour with the King , To be her men , and wear ...
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... Lord Chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to the open air . How hath your Lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Haft . With patience , noble Lord , as pris'ners muft : But I fhall live , my Lord , to give them thanks That were the caufe of my ...
... Lord Chamberlain ! Well are you welcome to the open air . How hath your Lordship brook'd imprisonment ? Haft . With patience , noble Lord , as pris'ners muft : But I fhall live , my Lord , to give them thanks That were the caufe of my ...
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... Lords ? Buck . Madam , good hope ; his Grace fpeaks chearfully . Queen . God grant him health ! did you confer with ... Lord Chamberlain ; And fent to warn them to his royal presence . Queen . Would all were well --- but that will never ...
... Lords ? Buck . Madam , good hope ; his Grace fpeaks chearfully . Queen . God grant him health ! did you confer with ... Lord Chamberlain ; And fent to warn them to his royal presence . Queen . Would all were well --- but that will never ...
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... Lord Stanley and Catesby . Sirrah , how now ? how goes the world with thee ... Chamberlain ? Your friends at Pomfret they do need the Priest , Your honour ... Lord , but long I fhall not stay ; I fhall return before your Lordfhip thence ...
... Lord Stanley and Catesby . Sirrah , how now ? how goes the world with thee ... Chamberlain ? Your friends at Pomfret they do need the Priest , Your honour ... Lord , but long I fhall not stay ; I fhall return before your Lordfhip thence ...
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... Lord Chancellor . Duke of Norfolk . Duke of Buckingham . Charles Brandon , Duke of Suffolk . Earl of Surrey . Lord Chamberlain . Cardinal Campeius , the Pope's Legat . Capucius , Ambaffador from the Emperor Charles the Fifib . Gardiner ...
... Lord Chancellor . Duke of Norfolk . Duke of Buckingham . Charles Brandon , Duke of Suffolk . Earl of Surrey . Lord Chamberlain . Cardinal Campeius , the Pope's Legat . Capucius , Ambaffador from the Emperor Charles the Fifib . Gardiner ...
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