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... Exeunt North . , Clif . , and West . War . Turn this way , Henry , and regard them not . Exe . They seek revenge and therefore will not yield . K. Hen . Ah ! Exeter . War . Why should you sigh , my lord ? K. Hen . Not for myself , Lord ...
... Exeunt North . , Clif . , and West . War . Turn this way , Henry , and regard them not . Exe . They seek revenge and therefore will not yield . K. Hen . Ah ! Exeter . War . Why should you sigh , my lord ? K. Hen . Not for myself , Lord ...
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... Exeunt York and his Sons , Warwick , Norfolk , Montague , Soldiers and Attendants . K. Hen . And I with grief and sorrow , to the court . 210 Enter Queen MARGARET and the PRINCE OF WALES . Exe . Here comes the queen , whose looks bewray ...
... Exeunt York and his Sons , Warwick , Norfolk , Montague , Soldiers and Attendants . K. Hen . And I with grief and sorrow , to the court . 210 Enter Queen MARGARET and the PRINCE OF WALES . Exe . Here comes the queen , whose looks bewray ...
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... Exeunt Queen Margaret and the Prince . K. Hen . Poor queen ! how love to me and to her son Hath made her break out into terms of rage . Revenged may she be on that hateful duke , Whose haughty spirit , winged with desire , Will cost my ...
... Exeunt Queen Margaret and the Prince . K. Hen . Poor queen ! how love to me and to her son Hath made her break out into terms of rage . Revenged may she be on that hateful duke , Whose haughty spirit , winged with desire , Will cost my ...
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... Exeunt . 5 sonne , Makes hir in furie thus forget hir selfe . Reuenged maie shee be on that accursed Duke . Come cosen of Exeter , staie thou here , For Clifford and those Northren Lords be gone I feare towards Wakefield , to disturbe ...
... Exeunt . 5 sonne , Makes hir in furie thus forget hir selfe . Reuenged maie shee be on that accursed Duke . Come cosen of Exeter , staie thou here , For Clifford and those Northren Lords be gone I feare towards Wakefield , to disturbe ...
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... Exeunt . Mortimer . Yorke . A Gods name , let them come , Cosen Montague post you hence : and boies staie you with me ( prose ) Q. 62-64 . Sir John ... You are come ... mean .. us ] 44-46 . ( continued from 43 to York verse ) Sir John ...
... Exeunt . Mortimer . Yorke . A Gods name , let them come , Cosen Montague post you hence : and boies staie you with me ( prose ) Q. 62-64 . Sir John ... You are come ... mean .. us ] 44-46 . ( continued from 43 to York verse ) Sir John ...
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