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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... say . Pand . What can't thou fay , but will perplex thee more , If thou ftand excommunicate , and curs'd ? K. Phi . Good reverend father , make my perfon yours , And tell me , how you would bestow yourself . This royal hand and mine are ...
... say . Pand . What can't thou fay , but will perplex thee more , If thou ftand excommunicate , and curs'd ? K. Phi . Good reverend father , make my perfon yours , And tell me , how you would bestow yourself . This royal hand and mine are ...
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... say with you . Enter ARTHUR . Arth . Good morrow , Hubert . Hub . Arth . As little prince ( having fo great a title To be more prince , ) as may be . - You are fad . Hub . Indeed , I have been merrier . Good morrow , little prince ...
... say with you . Enter ARTHUR . Arth . Good morrow , Hubert . Hub . Arth . As little prince ( having fo great a title To be more prince , ) as may be . - You are fad . Hub . Indeed , I have been merrier . Good morrow , little prince ...
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... says , " It is the fhameful work of Hubert's hand ; " The practise and the purpose of the king . " M. MASON . Rather , between the criminal act that he planned and commanded to be executed , and the reproaches of his confcience ...
... says , " It is the fhameful work of Hubert's hand ; " The practise and the purpose of the king . " M. MASON . Rather , between the criminal act that he planned and commanded to be executed , and the reproaches of his confcience ...
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... says , I fhall yield up my crown , let him be hang'd : Deliver him to fafety , + and return , For I muft ufe thee . - O my gentle coufin , [ Exit HUBERT , with Peter . Hear'ft thou the news abroad , who are arriv'd ? Baft . The French ...
... says , I fhall yield up my crown , let him be hang'd : Deliver him to fafety , + and return , For I muft ufe thee . - O my gentle coufin , [ Exit HUBERT , with Peter . Hear'ft thou the news abroad , who are arriv'd ? Baft . The French ...
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... Say , that , before Afcenfion - day at noon , My crown I fhould give off ? Even fo I have : I did fuppofe , it should be on constraint ; But , heaven be thank'd , it is but voluntary . Enter the Baftard . Baft . All Kent hath yielded ...
... Say , that , before Afcenfion - day at noon , My crown I fhould give off ? Even fo I have : I did fuppofe , it should be on constraint ; But , heaven be thank'd , it is but voluntary . Enter the Baftard . Baft . All Kent hath yielded ...
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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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