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... Lord Clifford , Lords of King Henry's fide . Earl of Richmond , a Youth , afterwards King Henry VII . Richard , Duke ... Lord Haftings , Lord Stafford , Sir John Mortimer , Sir Hugh Mortimer , of the Duke of York's Party . Unkles to the ...
... Lord Clifford , Lords of King Henry's fide . Earl of Richmond , a Youth , afterwards King Henry VII . Richard , Duke ... Lord Haftings , Lord Stafford , Sir John Mortimer , Sir Hugh Mortimer , of the Duke of York's Party . Unkles to the ...
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... Lord of Northumberland , Whose warlike Ears could never brook Re- Chear'd up the drooping Army , and himself , Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a - breast , Charg'd our main Battel's Front ; and breaking in , Were by the Swords of ...
... Lord of Northumberland , Whose warlike Ears could never brook Re- Chear'd up the drooping Army , and himself , Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a - breast , Charg'd our main Battel's Front ; and breaking in , Were by the Swords of ...
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... Lord of Somerfet ? Norf . Such hope have all the Line of John of Gaunt . Rich . Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's Head . War . And fo do I , victorious Prince of York . Before I fee thee feated in the Throne , Which now the House of ...
... Lord of Somerfet ? Norf . Such hope have all the Line of John of Gaunt . Rich . Thus do I hope to shake King Henry's Head . War . And fo do I , victorious Prince of York . Before I fee thee feated in the Throne , Which now the House of ...
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... Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence ; May that ground gape , and fwallow me alive , Where I fhall kneel to him that flew my Father . K. Henry . Oh Clifford , how thy words revive my Heart . York . Henry of Lancaster , refign thy ...
... Lord Clifford vows to fight in thy defence ; May that ground gape , and fwallow me alive , Where I fhall kneel to him that flew my Father . K. Henry . Oh Clifford , how thy words revive my Heart . York . Henry of Lancaster , refign thy ...
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... Lord ? K. Henry . Not for my felf , Lord Warwick , but my Son , Whom I unnaturally fhall difinherit . But be it as it may ; I here entail The Crown to thee , and to thine Heirs for ever : Conditionally , that here you take an Oath , To ...
... Lord ? K. Henry . Not for my felf , Lord Warwick , but my Son , Whom I unnaturally fhall difinherit . But be it as it may ; I here entail The Crown to thee , and to thine Heirs for ever : Conditionally , that here you take an Oath , To ...
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The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd with Cutts William Shakespeare,Nicholas Rowe Visualização integral - 1714 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Six Volumes. Adorn'd with ..., Volume 4 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1709 |
The Works of Mr. William Shakespear;: In Eight Volumes. Adorn'd ..., Volume 4 William Shakespeare Visualização integral - 1714 |
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Achilles againſt Agamemnon Ajax Andronicus Blood Brother Buck Buckingham Calchas Caufe Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Coufin Curfe Death defire Diomede doth Duke Duke of York e'er Edward elfe Enter Exeunt Exit Eyes fafe faid Father fear felf felves fhall fhew fhould flain fome fpeak Friends ftand ftay ftill ftrange fuch fweet give Goths Grace Haftings Hand hath hear Heart Heav'n Hector Henry himſelf Honour i'th King Lady laft Lavinia lefs Lord Lord Chamberlain Love Lucius Madam Martius Menelaus moft morrow moſt muft muſt Noble o'th Pandarus Patroclus Peace pleaſe pleaſure pray prefent Priam Prince Queen Reafon reft Rich Rome ſhall Soul ſpeak Sword tell thee thefe Ther theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art Titus Troi Troilus unto Vlyf Warwick whofe
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