The plays of William Shakspeare, accurately pr. from the text of mr. Steevens's last ed., with a selection of the most important notes [collected by J. Nichols]. |
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... Poins . Gadfhill . Peto . Bardolph . Lady Percy , wife to Hotfpur , and fifter to Mortimer , Lady Mortimer , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mortimer . Mrs. Quickly , hoftefs of a taveru in Eastcheap . Lords , Officers , Sheriff ...
... Poins . Gadfhill . Peto . Bardolph . Lady Percy , wife to Hotfpur , and fifter to Mortimer , Lady Mortimer , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mortimer . Mrs. Quickly , hoftefs of a taveru in Eastcheap . Lords , Officers , Sheriff ...
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... Poins replies : " Good morrow , fweet lad . " The truth may be , that when Shakspeare makes the Prince with Poins a good morrow , he had forgot that the fcene commenced at night . STEEVENS . Falstaff starts the idea of Phebus , i . e ...
... Poins replies : " Good morrow , fweet lad . " The truth may be , that when Shakspeare makes the Prince with Poins a good morrow , he had forgot that the fcene commenced at night . STEEVENS . Falstaff starts the idea of Phebus , i . e ...
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... Poins , at a diftance . Fal . Why , Hal , ' tis my vocation , Hal ; ' tis no fin for a man to labour in his vocation.4 Poins ! -Now fhall we know if Gadshill have fet a match . O , if men were to be fav'd by merit , what hole in hell ...
... Poins , at a diftance . Fal . Why , Hal , ' tis my vocation , Hal ; ' tis no fin for a man to labour in his vocation.4 Poins ! -Now fhall we know if Gadshill have fet a match . O , if men were to be fav'd by merit , what hole in hell ...
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... Poins wines in taverns ( for 1 fpeak not of merchantes ' or gentlemen's cellars ) are commonly mixed at the filling thereof , to make them pleasant . " ITIN . 1617. P. III . p . 152. See alfo Mr. Tyrwhitt's Chaucer , Vol . IV . p . 308 ...
... Poins wines in taverns ( for 1 fpeak not of merchantes ' or gentlemen's cellars ) are commonly mixed at the filling thereof , to make them pleasant . " ITIN . 1617. P. III . p . 152. See alfo Mr. Tyrwhitt's Chaucer , Vol . IV . p . 308 ...
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William Shakespeare John Nichols, George Steevens. Poins . Then art thou damn'd for keeping thy word with the devil . P. Hen . Elfe he had been damn'd for cozening the devil . Poins . But , my lads , my lads , to - morrow morning , by ...
William Shakespeare John Nichols, George Steevens. Poins . Then art thou damn'd for keeping thy word with the devil . P. Hen . Elfe he had been damn'd for cozening the devil . Poins . But , my lads , my lads , to - morrow morning , by ...
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againſt allufion ancient anfwer Baft Bard Bardolph becauſe blood Boling Bolingbroke called caufe coufin death doft doth duke earl England Enter Exeunt expreffion fack faid Falstaff fame Faulconbridge fays fcene fear fecond feems fenfe fhall fhould fhow fignifies fince fir John firft foldiers fome foul fpeak fpeech fpirit France French ftand ftill fubject fuch fuppofe fweet fword Harfleur hath heaven Henry IV himſelf Hoft honour horfe JOHNSON Juft King Henry King John King Richard Lady laft lord mafter majefty MALONE means moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble Northumberland obferved paffage peace Percy perfon Pift play pleaſe Poins prefent prifoners prince purpoſe quarto reafon Richard II ſcene Shakspeare Shal ſhall Sir Dagonet Sir John Oldcastle ſpeak STEEVENS tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand ufed uſed WARBURTON Weft whofe word
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