Shakspeare's Dramatic Works: With Explanatory Notes, Volume 2J. Stockdale, 1790 |
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... sword ; For I have loaden me with many spoils , Ufing no other weapon but his name . Bed . ' Tis thought , lord Talbot , when the fight 40 Rous'd on the fudden from their drowsy beds , They did , amongst the troops of armed men , Leap o ...
... sword ; For I have loaden me with many spoils , Ufing no other weapon but his name . Bed . ' Tis thought , lord Talbot , when the fight 40 Rous'd on the fudden from their drowsy beds , They did , amongst the troops of armed men , Leap o ...
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... sword another way ; Strike thofe that hurt , and hurt not those that help ! One drop of blood , drawn from thy country's bofom , 35 Should grieve thee more than ftreams of foreign Return thee , therefore , with a flood of tears , [ gore ...
... sword another way ; Strike thofe that hurt , and hurt not those that help ! One drop of blood , drawn from thy country's bofom , 35 Should grieve thee more than ftreams of foreign Return thee , therefore , with a flood of tears , [ gore ...
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... sword 4 , ' tis prefent death ; Or elfe this blow fhould broach thy dearest blood . But I'll unto his majesty , and crave K. Henry . Is this the lord Talbot , uncle Glofter , That hath fo long been refident in France ? Glo . Yes , if it ...
... sword 4 , ' tis prefent death ; Or elfe this blow fhould broach thy dearest blood . But I'll unto his majesty , and crave K. Henry . Is this the lord Talbot , uncle Glofter , That hath fo long been refident in France ? Glo . Yes , if it ...
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... sword ! Glo . Faith , holy uncle , ' would ' twere come to that ! Car . Marry , when thou dar'ft . Glo . Make up no factious numbers for the matter , 40 In thine own person answer thy abuse . Car . Ay , where thou dar'st not peep : an ...
... sword ! Glo . Faith , holy uncle , ' would ' twere come to that ! Car . Marry , when thou dar'ft . Glo . Make up no factious numbers for the matter , 40 In thine own person answer thy abuse . Car . Ay , where thou dar'st not peep : an ...
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... sword be ftain'd With heart - blood of the house of Lancaster : i . e . wickedly . 2 That is , your lady is in cuftody . And And that's not fuddenly to be perform'd ; But with 550 [ A & t 2. Scene 2 . SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI .
... sword be ftain'd With heart - blood of the house of Lancaster : i . e . wickedly . 2 That is , your lady is in cuftody . And And that's not fuddenly to be perform'd ; But with 550 [ A & t 2. Scene 2 . SECOND PART OF KING HENRY VI .
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