The Works of Shakespear: King Henry VI, pt. II-III. King Richard III. King Henry VIIIRobert Martin, 1768 |
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Strona 152
... . Lew . Fir down with us ; it ill befits thy State , AIR Queen of England , worthy Margaret , And Birth , that thou should'st stand , while Lewis fits . Queen . Queen . No , mighty King of France ; now 152 The Third Part of King HENRY VI .
... . Lew . Fir down with us ; it ill befits thy State , AIR Queen of England , worthy Margaret , And Birth , that thou should'st stand , while Lewis fits . Queen . Queen . No , mighty King of France ; now 152 The Third Part of King HENRY VI .
Strona 156
... stand aloof . K. Lew . Now , Warwick , tell me even upon thy confcience , Is Edward your true King ? for I were loth To link with him , that were not lawful chosen . War . Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour . K. Lew . But is he ...
... stand aloof . K. Lew . Now , Warwick , tell me even upon thy confcience , Is Edward your true King ? for I were loth To link with him , that were not lawful chosen . War . Thereon I pawn my credit and mine honour . K. Lew . But is he ...
Strona 167
... Stand : The King by this has fet him down to sleep . 2 Watch . What , will he not to bed ? 1 Watch . Why , no ; for ... stands , ' Tis to be doubted , he would waken him . I Watch . Unless our halberds did fhut up 2 Watch . Ay ...
... Stand : The King by this has fet him down to sleep . 2 Watch . What , will he not to bed ? 1 Watch . Why , no ; for ... stands , ' Tis to be doubted , he would waken him . I Watch . Unless our halberds did fhut up 2 Watch . Ay ...
Strona 171
... Stand you thus close to fteal the bishop's deer ? Glo . Brother , the time and cafe requireth hafte , Your horfe ftands ready at the park - corner . K. Edw . But whither fhall we then ? Haft . To Lyn , my Lord , And ship from thence to ...
... Stand you thus close to fteal the bishop's deer ? Glo . Brother , the time and cafe requireth hafte , Your horfe ftands ready at the park - corner . K. Edw . But whither fhall we then ? Haft . To Lyn , my Lord , And ship from thence to ...
Strona 175
... stand you in a doubt ? Open the gates , we are King Henry's friends . Mayor . Ay , fay you fo ? the gates fhall then be open'd . [ He defcends . Glo . A wife ftout captain , and perfuaded soon ! I 4 Haft . Haft . The good old man would ...
... stand you in a doubt ? Open the gates , we are King Henry's friends . Mayor . Ay , fay you fo ? the gates fhall then be open'd . [ He defcends . Glo . A wife ftout captain , and perfuaded soon ! I 4 Haft . Haft . The good old man would ...
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