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Brother , the King hath made your nephew mad . WOR . Who struck this heat up after I was gone ? Hor . He will , forsooth , have all my prisoners ! And when I urg'd the ransom once again Of my wife's brother , then his cheek look'd pale ...
Brother , the King hath made your nephew mad . WOR . Who struck this heat up after I was gone ? Hor . He will , forsooth , have all my prisoners ! And when I urg'd the ransom once again Of my wife's brother , then his cheek look'd pale ...
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All's done , all's won ; here breathless lies the King . Hot . Where ? Doug . Here . Hot . This , Douglas ? no ; I know this face full well : A gallant knight he was , his name was Blunt ; Semblably furnish'd like the King himself .
All's done , all's won ; here breathless lies the King . Hot . Where ? Doug . Here . Hot . This , Douglas ? no ; I know this face full well : A gallant knight he was , his name was Blunt ; Semblably furnish'd like the King himself .
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KING . I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point With lustier maintenance than I did look for Of such an ungrown warrior . PRINCE . O , this boy Lends mettle to us all ! [ exit . 20 30 Alarums . Enter DOUGLAS . Doug .
KING . I saw him hold Lord Percy at the point With lustier maintenance than I did look for Of such an ungrown warrior . PRINCE . O , this boy Lends mettle to us all ! [ exit . 20 30 Alarums . Enter DOUGLAS . Doug .
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ACT II ACT II Sc Anon arms BARD BARDOLPH bear better blood BLUNT brother charge comes Cousin coward death Devil dost doth Doug Douglas drink Earl Earth Enter exeunt exit eyes face fair faith Falstaff father fear fight four Francis friends Gads give GLEND Glendower Grace hand Harry hath head hear heart hold honour horse Host HOTSPUR hour I'll Jack John keep King LADY LANCASTER leave live look Lord matter meet Mortimer never night noble NORTH Percy plague play Poins poor pr’ythee PRINCE Prince of Wales prisoners reason rogue sack SCENE Scot Sir John slang soldiers speak stand sweet tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thousand true villainous Westmoreland WORCESTER Нот