Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... honour of the forlorn French : Him I forgive my death that killeth me , When he fees me go back one foot to fly . [ Exeunt . [ Here alarum , they are beaten back by the English , with great loss . Enter Dauphin , Alanson , and Reignier ...
... honour of the forlorn French : Him I forgive my death that killeth me , When he fees me go back one foot to fly . [ Exeunt . [ Here alarum , they are beaten back by the English , with great loss . Enter Dauphin , Alanson , and Reignier ...
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... honours , Drive them from Orleans , and be immortaliz'd . Dau . Prefently try : come , let's away about it . No prophet will I truft if fhe proves falfe . [ Exeunt . ( a ) Meaning the four daughters of Philip , mention'd in the 21ft ...
... honours , Drive them from Orleans , and be immortaliz'd . Dau . Prefently try : come , let's away about it . No prophet will I truft if fhe proves falfe . [ Exeunt . ( a ) Meaning the four daughters of Philip , mention'd in the 21ft ...
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... honour thee for this fuccefs ! Thy promifes are like Adonis ' ' gardens , ` a That one day bloom'd , and fruitful were the next . France , triumph in thy glorious prophetefs ! Recover'd is the town of Orleans ; More bleffed hap did ne ...
... honour thee for this fuccefs ! Thy promifes are like Adonis ' ' gardens , ` a That one day bloom'd , and fruitful were the next . France , triumph in thy glorious prophetefs ! Recover'd is the town of Orleans ; More bleffed hap did ne ...
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... honours bear me company ? Bed . No truly , that is more than manners will ; And I have heard it faid , unbidden guests Are often welcomeft when they are gone . Tal . Well then , alone , fince there's no remedy , I mean to prove this ...
... honours bear me company ? Bed . No truly , that is more than manners will ; And I have heard it faid , unbidden guests Are often welcomeft when they are gone . Tal . Well then , alone , fince there's no remedy , I mean to prove this ...
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... 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 Lords and gentlemen ...
... 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 Lords and gentlemen ...
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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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