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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... night or day , When I was got , fir Robert was away . Eli . The very fpirit of Plantagenet ! - I am thy grandame , Richard ; call me fo . Baft . Madam , by chance , but not by truth : What though ? Something about , a little from the ...
... night or day , When I was got , fir Robert was away . Eli . The very fpirit of Plantagenet ! - I am thy grandame , Richard ; call me fo . Baft . Madam , by chance , but not by truth : What though ? Something about , a little from the ...
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... night - gowne cloake down trayling to your toes ; A flender flop clofe couched to your dock ; " A curtolde flipper , and a fhort filk hofe . " & c . STEEVENS . And when my knightly ftomach is fuffic'd , Why then 14 KING JOHN .
... night - gowne cloake down trayling to your toes ; A flender flop clofe couched to your dock ; " A curtolde flipper , and a fhort filk hofe . " & c . STEEVENS . And when my knightly ftomach is fuffic'd , Why then 14 KING JOHN .
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... Night's - Dream : " Well mous'd , Lion ! " Again , in The Wonderful Year , by Thomas Decker , 1603 : Whilst Troy wis fwilling fack and fugar , and moufing fat venifon , the mad Greekes made bonfires of their houfes . " MALONE . Shak- I ...
... Night's - Dream : " Well mous'd , Lion ! " Again , in The Wonderful Year , by Thomas Decker , 1603 : Whilst Troy wis fwilling fack and fugar , and moufing fat venifon , the mad Greekes made bonfires of their houfes . " MALONE . Shak- I ...
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... Night's - Dream , he applies Spleen to the lightning . I am loath to think that Shakspeare meant to play with the double of match for nuptial , and the match of a gun . JOHNSON . 2 I cannot but think that every reader wishes for fome ...
... Night's - Dream , he applies Spleen to the lightning . I am loath to think that Shakspeare meant to play with the double of match for nuptial , and the match of a gun . JOHNSON . 2 I cannot but think that every reader wishes for fome ...
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... on the night which betrayed her to Lothario , is chiefly borrowed from this and fubfequent verfes in the fame chapter of Job . STEEVENS , VOL . IV . D Prax Pray , that their burdens may not fall this day KING JOH N. 49.
... on the night which betrayed her to Lothario , is chiefly borrowed from this and fubfequent verfes in the fame chapter of Job . STEEVENS , VOL . IV . D Prax Pray , that their burdens may not fall this day KING JOH N. 49.
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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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