The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Том 5J. Johnson, 1803 |
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... father's brother's son , ) Now by my scepter's awe I make a vow , Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Should nothing privilege him , nor partialize The unstooping firmness of my upright soul ; He is our subject , Mowbray , so ...
... father's brother's son , ) Now by my scepter's awe I make a vow , Such neighbour nearness to our sacred blood Should nothing privilege him , nor partialize The unstooping firmness of my upright soul ; He is our subject , Mowbray , so ...
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... father to my foe , Once did I lay in ambush for your life , A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul : But , ere I last receiv'd the sacrament , I did confess it ; and exactly begg'd Your grace's pardon , and , I hope , I had it . This ...
... father to my foe , Once did I lay in ambush for your life , A trespass that doth vex my grieved soul : But , ere I last receiv'd the sacrament , I did confess it ; and exactly begg'd Your grace's pardon , and , I hope , I had it . This ...
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... father's sight ? Or with pale beggar - fear impeach my height Before this outdar'd dastard ! Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong , Or sound so base a parle , my teeth shall tear The slavish motive of recanting ...
... father's sight ? Or with pale beggar - fear impeach my height Before this outdar'd dastard ! Ere my tongue Shall wound mine honour with such feeble wrong , Or sound so base a parle , my teeth shall tear The slavish motive of recanting ...
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... father's death , In that thou seest thy wretched brother die , Who was the model of thy father's life . Call it not patience , Gaunt , it is despair : In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd , Thou show'st the naked pathway to ...
... father's death , In that thou seest thy wretched brother die , Who was the model of thy father's life . Call it not patience , Gaunt , it is despair : In suffering thus thy brother to be slaughter'd , Thou show'st the naked pathway to ...
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... father : - O , had it been a stranger , not my child , To smooth his fault I should have been more mild : A partial slander ' sought I to avoid , And in the sentence my own life destroy'd . • Consideration . 9 Had a part or share ...
... father : - O , had it been a stranger , not my child , To smooth his fault I should have been more mild : A partial slander ' sought I to avoid , And in the sentence my own life destroy'd . • Consideration . 9 Had a part or share ...
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arms art thou Aumerle Bard Bardolph Bishop of Carlisle blood Boling Bolingbroke brother captain Constable of France cousin crown dæmon dead death dost doth Duch duke earl Eastcheap England English Enter King Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff Farewell father fear France French friends Gaunt give Glend grace grief hand Harfleur Harry Harry Percy hath head hear heart heaven honour horse Host John of Gaunt Kate Kath King HENRY king Richard Lady liege live look lord majesty master never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins pray prince Prince JOHN prince of Wales Queen Rich SCENE Scroop Shal Shallow sir John sir John Falstaff soldiers sorrow soul speak sweet sword tell thee thine thou art thou hast tongue uncle unto villain Westmoreland word York
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