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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... never ftir from off this place , I'd give it every foot to have this face ; I would not be fir Nob in any cafe . Eli . I like thee well ; Wilt thou forfake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him , and follow me ? I am a foldier , and ...
... never ftir from off this place , I'd give it every foot to have this face ; I would not be fir Nob in any cafe . Eli . I like thee well ; Wilt thou forfake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him , and follow me ? I am a foldier , and ...
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... never borne either by the first Earl of Anjou , or by King Henry II . the fon of that Earl by the Emprefs Maude ; he being always called Henry Fitz - Empress ; his fon , Richard Caur - de - lion ; and the prince who is exhibited in the ...
... never borne either by the first Earl of Anjou , or by King Henry II . the fon of that Earl by the Emprefs Maude ; he being always called Henry Fitz - Empress ; his fon , Richard Caur - de - lion ; and the prince who is exhibited in the ...
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... never fight But when her humourous ladyfhip is by To teach thee fafety ! thou art perjur'd too , And footh'ft up greatnefs . What a fool art thou , A ramping fool ; to brag , and ftamp , and fwear , Upon my party ! Thou cold - blooded ...
... never fight But when her humourous ladyfhip is by To teach thee fafety ! thou art perjur'd too , And footh'ft up greatnefs . What a fool art thou , A ramping fool ; to brag , and ftamp , and fwear , Upon my party ! Thou cold - blooded ...
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... never did , nor never fhall , " Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror . " & c . But the whole play abounds with touches relative to the then posture of affairs . WARBURTON , Is fcatter'd , and disjoin'd from fellowship . Pand . 65 KING ...
... never did , nor never fhall , " Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror . " & c . But the whole play abounds with touches relative to the then posture of affairs . WARBURTON , Is fcatter'd , and disjoin'd from fellowship . Pand . 65 KING ...
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... never , never Muft I behold my pretty Arthur more . Pand . You hold too heinous a refpect of grief . Conft . He talks to me , that never had a fon.s K. Phi . You are as fond of grief , as of your child . Conf . Grief fills the room up ...
... never , never Muft I behold my pretty Arthur more . Pand . You hold too heinous a refpect of grief . Conft . He talks to me , that never had a fon.s K. Phi . You are as fond of grief , as of your child . Conf . Grief fills the room up ...
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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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