King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV, part 1T. Longman ... [and 31 others], 1793 |
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... hand than that of our author . Of this hiftorical drama there is a fubfequent edition in 1611 , printed for John Helme , whofe name appears before none of the genuine pieces of Shakspeare . I admitted this play fome years ago as our ...
... hand than that of our author . Of this hiftorical drama there is a fubfequent edition in 1611 , printed for John Helme , whofe name appears before none of the genuine pieces of Shakspeare . I admitted this play fome years ago as our ...
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... hand , Thy nephew , and right royal sovereign . K. JOHN . What follows , if we difallow of this ? CHAT . The proud control of fierce and bloody war , To enforce these rights fo forcibly withheld . K. JOHN . Here have we war for war ...
... hand , Thy nephew , and right royal sovereign . K. JOHN . What follows , if we difallow of this ? CHAT . The proud control of fierce and bloody war , To enforce these rights fo forcibly withheld . K. JOHN . Here have we war for war ...
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... hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field , K. JOHN . What art thou ? ROB . The fon and heir to that fame Fauleon- bridge . K. JOHN . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother then , it seems . BAST ...
... hand Of Coeur - de - lion knighted in the field , K. JOHN . What art thou ? ROB . The fon and heir to that fame Fauleon- bridge . K. JOHN . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother then , it seems . BAST ...
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... hand ; My father gave me honour , yours gave land : - Now bleffed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , fir Robert was away . 3 unto the death . ] This expreffion ( a Gallicifm , -à la mort ) is common among our ancient ...
... hand ; My father gave me honour , yours gave land : - Now bleffed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , fir Robert was away . 3 unto the death . ] This expreffion ( a Gallicifm , -à la mort ) is common among our ancient ...
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... hand . He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May eafily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say , thou didst not well When I was got , I'll fend his foul to ...
... hand . He , that perforce robs lions of their hearts , May eafily win a woman's . Ay , my mother , With all my heart I thank thee for my father ! Who lives and dares but say , thou didst not well When I was got , I'll fend his foul to ...
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againſt alfo ancient anſwer Aumerle BAST becauſe blood BOLING Bolingbroke called coufin Cymbeline death doft doth duke Earl England Engliſh Exeunt expreffion eyes fack faid Falſtaff fame Faulconbridge fays fcene fear fecond feems fenfe feven fhall fhould fignifies firft firſt folio fome forrow foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Gaunt grief Harry Percy hath heaven Henry VI Hiftory himſelf honour itſelf JOHNSON King Henry King John King Richard lady laft lord majefty MALONE means meaſure Mortimer moſt muft muſt myſelf night Northumberland obferves old copies Oldcastle paffage Percy perfon POINS Pope prefent prifoners prince purpoſe quarto Queen Rape of Lucrece reafon Richard III ſay Shakspeare ſhall Sir John Sir John Oldcastle ſpeak ſtate STEEVENS thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand ufed uſed WARBURTON whofe word
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