The family Shakespeare [expurgated by T. Bowdler]. in which those words are omitted which cannot with propriety be read aloud in a family, by T. Bowdler |
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... JOHN FALSTAFF . FENTON . SHALLOW , a country Justice . SLENDER , Cousin to Shallow . MR . FORD , MR . PAGE , J two Gentlemen dwelling at Windsor . WILLIAM PAGE , a Boy , son to Mr. Page . SIR HUGH EVANS , a Welsh Parson . DR . CAIUS , a ...
... JOHN FALSTAFF . FENTON . SHALLOW , a country Justice . SLENDER , Cousin to Shallow . MR . FORD , MR . PAGE , J two Gentlemen dwelling at Windsor . WILLIAM PAGE , a Boy , son to Mr. Page . SIR HUGH EVANS , a Welsh Parson . DR . CAIUS , a ...
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... John , is there ; and , I beseech you , be ruled by your well- willers . I will peat the door [ knocks ] for master Page . What , hoa ! pless your house here ! Enter PAGE . Page . Who's there ? Eva . Here's your friend , and justice ...
... John , is there ; and , I beseech you , be ruled by your well- willers . I will peat the door [ knocks ] for master Page . What , hoa ! pless your house here ! Enter PAGE . Page . Who's there ? Eva . Here's your friend , and justice ...
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... John Falstaff's . Pist . He hath studied her well , and translated her well ; out of honesty into English . Nym . The anchor is deep : will that humour pass ? Fal . Now , the report goes , she has all the rule of her husband's purse ...
... John Falstaff's . Pist . He hath studied her well , and translated her well ; out of honesty into English . Nym . The anchor is deep : will that humour pass ? Fal . Now , the report goes , she has all the rule of her husband's purse ...
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... John Rugby ! John , what , John , I say ! Go , John , go enquire for my master ; I doubt he be not well , that he comes not home : and down , down , adown - a , & c . Enter Doctor CAIUS . [ Sings . Caius . Vat is you sing ? I do not ...
... John Rugby ! John , what , John , I say ! Go , John , go enquire for my master ; I doubt he be not well , that he comes not home : and down , down , adown - a , & c . Enter Doctor CAIUS . [ Sings . Caius . Vat is you sing ? I do not ...
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... JOHN FALStaff . O wicked , wicked world ! - one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age , to show himself a young gallant ! What unweighed behaviour hath this Flemish drunkard picked out of my conversation , that he dares in this ...
... JOHN FALStaff . O wicked , wicked world ! - one that is well nigh worn to pieces with age , to show himself a young gallant ! What unweighed behaviour hath this Flemish drunkard picked out of my conversation , that he dares in this ...
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Alarum Alençon arms art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood brother Claud Claudio cousin crown daughter death dost doth Duke duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff Farewell father fear fool Ford France friends gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Isab Kath king lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Macb Macbeth Macd madam majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress musick never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE Shal shame signior sir John Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain wife wilt word York
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