Historical plays: King Henry VI, pt. I-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIJ. and P. Knapton, 1745 |
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... Henry's death ! Henry the Fifth , too famous to live long ! England ne'er loft a King of fo much worth . Glou . England ne'er had a King until his time : Virtue he had , deferving to command . His brandifh'd fword did blind men with its ...
... Henry's death ! Henry the Fifth , too famous to live long ! England ne'er loft a King of fo much worth . Glou . England ne'er had a King until his time : Virtue he had , deferving to command . His brandifh'd fword did blind men with its ...
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... Henry is dead , and never fhall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's difhonourable victory . We with our stately prefence glorifie , Like captives bound to a triumphant car . What ? fhall we curfe the planets of mishap ...
... Henry is dead , and never fhall revive : Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And death's difhonourable victory . We with our stately prefence glorifie , Like captives bound to a triumphant car . What ? fhall we curfe the planets of mishap ...
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... Henry the Fifth ! thy ghoft I invocate ; Profper this realm , keep it from civil broils , Combat with adverse ... Henry's Speak foftly , or the lofs of thofe great town's Will make him burst his lead , and rife from death . Glow : Is ...
... Henry the Fifth ! thy ghoft I invocate ; Profper this realm , keep it from civil broils , Combat with adverse ... Henry's Speak foftly , or the lofs of thofe great town's Will make him burst his lead , and rife from death . Glow : Is ...
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... Henry's hearse , I must inform you of a dismal fight Betwixt the ftout Lord Talbot and the French . Win . What ! wherein Talbot overcame ? is't fo ? 3 Meff . O , no ; wherein Lord Talbot was o'er - thrown . The circumftance I'll tell ...
... Henry's hearse , I must inform you of a dismal fight Betwixt the ftout Lord Talbot and the French . Win . What ! wherein Talbot overcame ? is't fo ? 3 Meff . O , no ; wherein Lord Talbot was o'er - thrown . The circumftance I'll tell ...
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... Unto his daftard foe - men is betray'd . 3 Meff . O , no , he lives , but is took prifoner , ( a ) See the note on the fifth Scene of A & 3 . 6 vaward And Pope . And Lord Scales with him , and Lord Hungerford ; King HENRY VI . 6.
... Unto his daftard foe - men is betray'd . 3 Meff . O , no , he lives , but is took prifoner , ( a ) See the note on the fifth Scene of A & 3 . 6 vaward And Pope . And Lord Scales with him , and Lord Hungerford ; King HENRY VI . 6.
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