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There were two honours lost , your's and your son's . ... Never , O never , do his Ghost the wrong To hold your honour more precise and nice With others than with him ! let them alone : The Marshal and the Archbishop are strong : Had my ...
There were two honours lost , your's and your son's . ... Never , O never , do his Ghost the wrong To hold your honour more precise and nice With others than with him ! let them alone : The Marshal and the Archbishop are strong : Had my ...
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What thing , in honour , had my father lost That need to be reviv'd and breath'd in me ? The King , that lov'd him , as the State stood then , Was force perforce compell'd to banish him : And when that Henry Bolingbroke and he , Being ...
What thing , in honour , had my father lost That need to be reviv'd and breath'd in me ? The King , that lov'd him , as the State stood then , Was force perforce compell'd to banish him : And when that Henry Bolingbroke and he , Being ...
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Lo , here it sits : Which God shall guard : and , put the World's whole strength Into one giant arm , it shall not force This lineal honour ' from me : this from thee Will I to mine leave , as ' tis left to me . [ exit . KING .
Lo , here it sits : Which God shall guard : and , put the World's whole strength Into one giant arm , it shall not force This lineal honour ' from me : this from thee Will I to mine leave , as ' tis left to me . [ exit . KING .
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