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Alarum arms bear blood brother Buckingham burgonet Cardinal Clar Clarence Clif Clifford crown death Dick doth Duch Duke Humphrey Duke of York Earl Earl of March England Enter a Messenger Enter King HENRY Exet Exeunt Exit Fair lords fear fight France friends gentle Gloster grace Grey hand hast thou hath haue head hear heart heaven heir hence Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade King EDWARD King Henry VI leaue liue London Lord lord Protector majesty Montague noble oath old play Plantagenet Prince Protector proud Queen MARGARET Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saint Saint Albans Salisbury SCENE shame slain soldiers Somerset sonne soul sovereign speak stand stay Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thy father traitor unto valiant vnto Warwick words
Page 138 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm, in erecting a grammar-school ; and whereas, before, our fore-fathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.
Page 159 - So flies the reckless shepherd from the wolf; So first the harmless sheep doth yield his fleece , And next his throat unto the butcher's knife. — What scene of death hath Roscius now to act? Glo. Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind; The thief doth fear each bush an officer.
Page 113 - Peace to his soul, if God's good pleasure be ! Lord cardinal, if thou think'st on heaven's bliss, Hold up thy hand, make signal of thy hope. — He dies, and makes no sign.
Page 124 - CADE Be brave, then; for your captain is brave, and vows reformation. There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a penny: the three-hooped pot; shall have ten hoops and I will make it felony to drink small beer...
Page 91 - Or hew my way out with a bloody axe. Why, I can smile, and murder while I smile, And cry, content, to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Page 65 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...