Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... say'st thou , man , before dead Henry's Speak foftly , or the lofs of thofe great town's Will make him burst his lead , and rife from death . Glow : Is Paris loft , and + ' Orléans yielded up ? If Henry were recall'd to life again ...
... say'st thou , man , before dead Henry's Speak foftly , or the lofs of thofe great town's Will make him burst his lead , and rife from death . Glow : Is Paris loft , and + ' Orléans yielded up ? If Henry were recall'd to life again ...
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... Say , gentlemen , what makes you thus exclaim ? And wherefore crave you combat ? or with whom ? Ver . With him , my ... Saying the fanguine colour of the leaves Did reprefent my mafter's blufhing cheeks ; When ftubbornly he did repugn ...
... Say , gentlemen , what makes you thus exclaim ? And wherefore crave you combat ? or with whom ? Ver . With him , my ... Saying the fanguine colour of the leaves Did reprefent my mafter's blufhing cheeks ; When ftubbornly he did repugn ...
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... says no . As plays the fun upon the glaffy ftreams , Twinkling another counterfeited beam , So feems this gorgeous ... Say , Earl of Suffolk , if thy name be so , What ransom muft I pay before I pass ? For I perceive I am thy prifoner ...
... says no . As plays the fun upon the glaffy ftreams , Twinkling another counterfeited beam , So feems this gorgeous ... Say , Earl of Suffolk , if thy name be so , What ransom muft I pay before I pass ? For I perceive I am thy prifoner ...
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... say . [ Afide : Mar. Perhaps I fhall be refcu'd by the French , [ Afide , And then I need not crave his courtefie ... Say , gentle Princefs , & c . [ Afide . Suf . Suf . Say , gentle Princefs , would you not King HENRY VI . 79.
... say . [ Afide : Mar. Perhaps I fhall be refcu'd by the French , [ Afide , And then I need not crave his courtefie ... Say , gentle Princefs , & c . [ Afide . Suf . Suf . Say , gentle Princefs , would you not King HENRY VI . 79.
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William Shakespeare Sir Thomas Hanmer. Suf . Say , gentle Princefs , would you not suppose Your bondage happy , to be made a Queen ? Mar. To be a Queen in bondage , is more vile Than is a flave in bafe fervility : For Princes fhould be ...
William Shakespeare Sir Thomas Hanmer. Suf . Say , gentle Princefs , would you not suppose Your bondage happy , to be made a Queen ? Mar. To be a Queen in bondage , is more vile Than is a flave in bafe fervility : For Princes fhould be ...
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