The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: King John. Richard II. Henry IV, pt. IH. Baldwin, 1793 |
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The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: King John. Richard II ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1793 |
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againſt alfo anſwer baftard BAST becauſe blood BOLING Bolingbroke called coufin death doft doth duke Earl England Engliſh Exeunt expreffion eyes fack faid Falſtaff fame Faulconbridge fays fcene fear fecond feems fenfe fhall fhould fignifies firft firſt flain folio fome forrow foul fpeak fpeech fpirits ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Gaunt grief Harry Percy hath heaven Henry VI Hiftory himſelf Holinfhed honour horſe itſelf JOHNSON King Henry King John King Richard lady laft loft lord majefty MALONE means meaſure Mortimer moſt muft muſt myſelf night obferves old copies Oldcastle paffage Percy perfon POINS Pope prefent Prince prince of Wales purpoſe quarto Queen Rape of Lucrece reafon Richard III ſay ſcene Shakspeare ſhall Sir John Sir John Oldcastle ſpeak STEEVENS thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand ufed uſed WARBURTON whofe word
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