The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Том 2Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... master . Therefore , friends , As far as to the sepulchre of Christ , ( Whose soldier now , under whose blessed cross We are impressed and engag'd to fight , ) Forthwith a power of English shall we levy ; Whose arms were moulded in ...
... master . Therefore , friends , As far as to the sepulchre of Christ , ( Whose soldier now , under whose blessed cross We are impressed and engag'd to fight , ) Forthwith a power of English shall we levy ; Whose arms were moulded in ...
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... master Gadshill . It holds cur- rent , that I told you yesternight : There's a franklin in the wild of Kent , hath brought three hundred marks with him in gold : I heard him tell it to one of his com- pany , last night at supper ; a ...
... master Gadshill . It holds cur- rent , that I told you yesternight : There's a franklin in the wild of Kent , hath brought three hundred marks with him in gold : I heard him tell it to one of his com- pany , last night at supper ; a ...
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... master sheriff ; what's your will with me ? Sher . First , pardon me , my lord . A hue and cry Hath follow'd certain men unto this house . A P. Hen . What men ? Sher . One of them is well known , my gracious lord ; gross fat man . Car ...
... master sheriff ; what's your will with me ? Sher . First , pardon me , my lord . A hue and cry Hath follow'd certain men unto this house . A P. Hen . What men ? Sher . One of them is well known , my gracious lord ; gross fat man . Car ...
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... master'd there a double spirit , Of teaching , and of learning , instantly . There did he pause : But let me tell the world , — If he outlive the envy of this day , England did never owe so sweet a hope , So much misconstrued in his ...
... master'd there a double spirit , Of teaching , and of learning , instantly . There did he pause : But let me tell the world , — If he outlive the envy of this day , England did never owe so sweet a hope , So much misconstrued in his ...
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... master , for a jewel ; the juvenal , the prince your master , whose chin is not yet fledged . I will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand , than he shall get one on his cheek ; and yet he will not stick to say SCENE II . 129 ...
... master , for a jewel ; the juvenal , the prince your master , whose chin is not yet fledged . I will sooner have a beard grow in the palm of my hand , than he shall get one on his cheek ; and yet he will not stick to say SCENE II . 129 ...
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anon Archbishop of York arms art thou Bard Bardolph blood Blunt brother captain Colevile Constable of France cousin crown Davy dead devil dost doth Douglas duke duke of Burgundy earl Eastcheap England English Enter King HENRY Exeunt Exit Falstaff father fear Fluellen France French friends give Glend Glendower Gloster grace hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host Hostess HOTSPUR i'faith Jack Kate Kath knave Lady liege look lord majesty Mortimer Mowb never night noble Northumberland numbers peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pr'ythee pray Prince JOHN prince of Wales rascal Re-enter rogue sack SCENE Scroop Shal sir John sir John Falstaff soldier speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue unto villain Westmoreland wilt
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