The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Thou art fo fat - witted with drinking old fack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and fleeping upon benches in the afternoon , that thou haft forgotten to demand that truly , which thou would't truly know . What a devil haft thou to ...
... Thou art fo fat - witted with drinking old fack , and unbuttoning thee after supper , and fleeping upon benches in the afternoon , that thou haft forgotten to demand that truly , which thou would't truly know . What a devil haft thou to ...
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... Thou fay'ft well , and it holds well too ; the fortune of us that are the Moon's men , doth ebb and flow like the ... art heir apparent - But I pr'ythee , fweet wag , fhall there be gallows ftanding in England when thou art King ? and ...
... Thou fay'ft well , and it holds well too ; the fortune of us that are the Moon's men , doth ebb and flow like the ... art heir apparent - But I pr'ythee , fweet wag , fhall there be gallows ftanding in England when thou art King ? and ...
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... thou to a Hare , or the melan- choly of Moor - ditch ? Fal . Thou haft the moft unfavoury fimiles , and art in- deed the most incomparative , rafcallieft , fweet young Prince -But , Hal , I pr'ythee trouble me no more with vanity ; I ...
... thou to a Hare , or the melan- choly of Moor - ditch ? Fal . Thou haft the moft unfavoury fimiles , and art in- deed the most incomparative , rafcallieft , fweet young Prince -But , Hal , I pr'ythee trouble me no more with vanity ; I ...
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... art thou damn'd for keeping thy word with the devil . P. Henry . Elfe he had been damn'd for cozening the devil . Poins . But , my lads , my lads , to - morrow morning , by four a clock early at Gads - bill ; there are pilgrims going to ...
... art thou damn'd for keeping thy word with the devil . P. Henry . Elfe he had been damn'd for cozening the devil . Poins . But , my lads , my lads , to - morrow morning , by four a clock early at Gads - bill ; there are pilgrims going to ...
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... Art thou , to break into this woman's mood , Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own ? Hot . Why , look you , I am whipt and scourg'd with rods , Nettled , Nettled , and ftung with pismires , when I hear King HENRY IV . 19.
... Art thou , to break into this woman's mood , Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own ? Hot . Why , look you , I am whipt and scourg'd with rods , Nettled , Nettled , and ftung with pismires , when I hear King HENRY IV . 19.
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againſt anſwer art thou bafe Baft Bard Bardolph blood captain coufin crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit fack faid Falstaff father fave fear felf felves fent fhall fhew fhould fight fince flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French ftand ftill fuch fure fweet fword give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe Juft King Henry Lord Lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft moſt muft muſt never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pift Piftol pleaſe Poins pow'r pr'ythee prefent prifoners Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe reafon Reignier Richard Plantagenet SCENE ſelf Shal ſhall Sir John Sir John Falstaff ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand unto Weft Westmorland whofe Whoſe wilt York
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