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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... himself , ) When this fame lufty gentleman was got . Upon his death - bed he by will bequeath'd His lands to me ; and took it , on his death , 3 That this , my mother's fon , was none of his ; And , if he were , he came into the world ...
... himself , ) When this fame lufty gentleman was got . Upon his death - bed he by will bequeath'd His lands to me ; and took it , on his death , 3 That this , my mother's fon , was none of his ; And , if he were , he came into the world ...
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... himself with ideas of greatnefs , fuggefted by his recent knighthood.- Good den , fir Richard , he fuppofes to be the falutation of a vaffal , God - a- mercy , fellow , his own fupercilious reply to it . STEEVENS . • Respective is ...
... himself with ideas of greatnefs , fuggefted by his recent knighthood.- Good den , fir Richard , he fuppofes to be the falutation of a vaffal , God - a- mercy , fellow , his own fupercilious reply to it . STEEVENS . • Respective is ...
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... himself In mortal fury half fo peremptory , As we to keep this city . Baft . Here's a ftay , That shakes the rotten carcafe of old death Out of his rags ! Here's a large mouth , indeed , That fpits forth death , and mountains , rocks ...
... himself In mortal fury half fo peremptory , As we to keep this city . Baft . Here's a ftay , That shakes the rotten carcafe of old death Out of his rags ! Here's a large mouth , indeed , That fpits forth death , and mountains , rocks ...
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... Himself love's traitor : This is pity now , That hang'd , and drawn , and quarter'd , there fhould be .. In fuch a love , fo vile a lout as he . Blanch . My uncle's will , in this refpect , is mine : If he fee aught in you , that makes ...
... Himself love's traitor : This is pity now , That hang'd , and drawn , and quarter'd , there fhould be .. In fuch a love , fo vile a lout as he . Blanch . My uncle's will , in this refpect , is mine : If he fee aught in you , that makes ...
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... himself in one of thofe conceits in which he too much delights , and by bounding rapidly , with his ufual licence , from one idea to another . This obfcurity induced Sir T. Hanmer for ftoop to fubftitute ftout ; a reading that appears ...
... himself in one of thofe conceits in which he too much delights , and by bounding rapidly , with his ufual licence , from one idea to another . This obfcurity induced Sir T. Hanmer for ftoop to fubftitute ftout ; a reading that appears ...
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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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