The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... Poins . Gadshill . Peto . Bardolph . Lady Percy , wife to Hotspur , and fifter to Mortimer . Lady Mortimer , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mortimer . Mrs. Quickly , hoftefs of a tavern in Eastcheap . Lords , Officers , Sheriff ...
... Poins . Gadshill . Peto . Bardolph . Lady Percy , wife to Hotspur , and fifter to Mortimer . Lady Mortimer , daughter to Glendower , and wife to Mortimer . Mrs. Quickly , hoftefs of a tavern 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 scene commenced at night . STEEVENS . 6 Phœbus , -he , that wandering knight fo ...
... 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 scene commenced at night . STEEVENS . 6 Phœbus , -he , that wandering knight fo ...
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... POINS , at a distance . 8 FAL . Why , Hal , ' tis my vocation , Hal ; ' tis no fin for a man to labour in his vocation . Poins ! - Now fhall we know if Gadshill have fet a match . " 7 and baffle me . ] See Mr. Tollet's note on K ...
... POINS , at a distance . 8 FAL . Why , Hal , ' tis my vocation , Hal ; ' tis no fin for a man to labour in his vocation . Poins ! - Now fhall we know if Gadshill have fet a match . " 7 and baffle me . ] See Mr. Tollet's note on K ...
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... POINS . Good morrow , fweet Hal . - What fays monfieur Remorfe ? What fays fir John Sack - and- Sugar ? Jack , how agrees the devil and thee about 2 - fir John Sack - and - Sugar ? ] Hentzner , p . 88 , edit . 1757 , fpeaking of the ...
... POINS . Good morrow , fweet Hal . - What fays monfieur Remorfe ? What fays fir John Sack - and- Sugar ? Jack , how agrees the devil and thee about 2 - fir John Sack - and - Sugar ? ] Hentzner , p . 88 , edit . 1757 , fpeaking of the ...
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... 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 morn- ing , by four o'clock , early at Gadshill : There are ...
... 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 morn- ing , by four o'clock , early at Gadshill : There are ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1793 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1793 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1793 |
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