Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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Page 188
... Rich . Plantagenet . VI . SCENE Fight . Excurfions . Enter King Henry , Queen Margaret , and others . Q. Mar. Away , my Lord , you are flow ; for fhame , away ! [ stay . K. Henry . Can we out - run the heav'ns ? good Margret , Q. Mar ...
... Rich . Plantagenet . VI . SCENE Fight . Excurfions . Enter King Henry , Queen Margaret , and others . Q. Mar. Away , my Lord , you are flow ; for fhame , away ! [ stay . K. Henry . Can we out - run the heav'ns ? good Margret , Q. Mar ...
Page 189
... led him off , Perfuaded him from any further act : But ftill where danger was , ftill there I met him , And like rich hangings in an homely house , 3 parts . So So was his will in his old feeble body . King HENRY VI . 189.
... led him off , Perfuaded him from any further act : But ftill where danger was , ftill there I met him , And like rich hangings in an homely house , 3 parts . So So was his will in his old feeble body . King HENRY VI . 189.
Page 194
... Rich . Speak thou for me , and tell them what I did . [ Shewing Somerset's head . York . Richard hath beft deferv'd of all my fons . Norf . Is his Grace dead , my Lord of Somerfet ? Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt ! 1 Rich ...
... Rich . Speak thou for me , and tell them what I did . [ Shewing Somerset's head . York . Richard hath beft deferv'd of all my fons . Norf . Is his Grace dead , my Lord of Somerfet ? Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt ! 1 Rich ...
Page 196
... but nine months old . Rich . You're old enough now , " ' yet` methinks you lafe : " Tear the crown , father , from the ufuper's head . Edw . 2 and yet 3 Father , tear the crown Edw . Sweet father , do fo , fet it 196 The Third Part of.
... but nine months old . Rich . You're old enough now , " ' yet` methinks you lafe : " Tear the crown , father , from the ufuper's head . Edw . 2 and yet 3 Father , tear the crown Edw . Sweet father , do fo , fet it 196 The Third Part of.
Page 197
... Rich . Sound drums and trumpets , and the King will fly . York . Sons , peace ! [ fpeak . K. Henry . Peace thou , and give King Henry leave to War . Plantagenet fhall speak firft : hear him , Lords , And be you filent and attentive too ...
... Rich . Sound drums and trumpets , and the King will fly . York . Sons , peace ! [ fpeak . K. Henry . Peace thou , and give King Henry leave to War . Plantagenet fhall speak firft : hear him , Lords , And be you filent and attentive too ...
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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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