The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... thou as lightning ' in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canft report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon fhall be heard : " Mark hym that fhowes ye Tragedies , Thyne owne famylyar frende , " By whom y Spaniard's hawty ftyle " In ...
... thou as lightning ' in the eyes of France ; For ere thou canft report I will be there , The thunder of my cannon fhall be heard : " Mark hym that fhowes ye Tragedies , Thyne owne famylyar frende , " By whom y Spaniard's hawty ftyle " In ...
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... thou ? ROB . The fon and heir to that fame Faulcon- bridge . K. JOHN . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother then , it seems . BAST . Most certain of one mother , mighty king , That is well known ; and ...
... thou ? ROB . The fon and heir to that fame Faulcon- bridge . K. JOHN . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother then , it seems . BAST . Most certain of one mother , mighty king , That is well known ; and ...
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... thou unreverend boy , Sir Robert's fon : Why fcorn'ft thou at fir Ro- bert ? He is fir Robert's fon ; and so art thou . BAST . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave a while ? GUR . Good leave , " good Philip . BAST . Philip ? -fparrow ...
... thou unreverend boy , Sir Robert's fon : Why fcorn'ft thou at fir Ro- bert ? He is fir Robert's fon ; and so art thou . BAST . James Gurney , wilt thou give us leave a while ? GUR . Good leave , " good Philip . BAST . Philip ? -fparrow ...
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... thou didst not well When I was got , I'll fend his foul to hell . 7 Thou art- ] Old copy - That art . Corrected by Mr. Rowe . MALONE . & Some fins- ] There are fins , that whatever be determined of them above , are not much cenfured on ...
... thou didst not well When I was got , I'll fend his foul to hell . 7 Thou art- ] Old copy - That art . Corrected by Mr. Rowe . MALONE . & Some fins- ] There are fins , that whatever be determined of them above , are not much cenfured on ...
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... thou art call'd a king , When living blood doth in these temples beat , Which owe the crown that thou o'ermaftereft ? K. JOHN . From whom haft thou this miffion , France , To draw my answer from thy articles ? great com- K. PHI . From ...
... thou art call'd a king , When living blood doth in these temples beat , Which owe the crown that thou o'ermaftereft ? K. JOHN . From whom haft thou this miffion , France , To draw my answer from thy articles ? great com- K. PHI . From ...
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The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Visualização completa - 1793 |
The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections ... William Shakespeare Visualização completa - 1793 |
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againſt alfo Aumerle Baftard BAST becauſe blood BOLING Bolingbroke called coufin death doft doth Duke Duke of Hereford duke of Norfolk Earl England Engliſh Exeunt expreffion fack faid Falſtaff fame Faulconbridge fays fcene fecond feems fenfe fhall fhould fignifies fince firft firſt folio fome forrow foul fpeak fpeech ftand ftate ftill fubject fuch fuppofe fweet Gaunt grief hath heaven Henry VI himſelf honour itſelf John of Gaunt JOHNSON King Henry King John King Richard KING RICHARD II lady laft loft lord majefty MALONE means Merick Mortimer moſt muft muſt myſelf night obferves old copies old play paffage Percy perfon POINS Pope prefent prince purpoſe quarto Queen Rape of Lucrece reafon RICH ſay Shakspeare ſhall Sir John Sir John Oldcastle ſpeak STEEVENS thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand ufed uſed WARBURTON whofe word
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