The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... on , come on , come on ; give me your hand , Sir ; an early firrer , by the rood . And how doth my good coufin Silence ? Sil . Good morrow , good coufin Shallow . Sbal . Shal . And how doth my coufin , your bed 126 The Second Part of.
... on , come on , come on ; give me your hand , Sir ; an early firrer , by the rood . And how doth my good coufin Silence ? Sil . Good morrow , good coufin Shallow . Sbal . Shal . And how doth my coufin , your bed 126 The Second Part of.
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... Sbal . By yea and nay , Sir , I dare fay my coufin William is become a good fcholar ; he is at Oxford ftill , is he not ? Sil . Indeed , Sir , to my cost . Sbal . He must then to the Inns of Court fhortly : I was once of Clement's - Inn ...
... Sbal . By yea and nay , Sir , I dare fay my coufin William is become a good fcholar ; he is at Oxford ftill , is he not ? Sil . Indeed , Sir , to my cost . Sbal . He must then to the Inns of Court fhortly : I was once of Clement's - Inn ...
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... Sbal . And is old Double dead ? SCENE IV . Enter Bardolph and Page . Sil . Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men , as I think . Shal . Good - morrow , honeft gentlemen ! Bard . I befeech you , which is Justice Shallow ? Sbal . I am ...
... Sbal . And is old Double dead ? SCENE IV . Enter Bardolph and Page . Sil . Here come two of Sir John Falstaff's men , as I think . Shal . Good - morrow , honeft gentlemen ! Bard . I befeech you , which is Justice Shallow ? Sbal . I am ...
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William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). Sbal . No , Sir John , it is my coufin Silence ; in com- miffion with me . Fal . Good mafter Silence , it well befits you fhould be of the peace . Sil . Your good worship is welcome . Fal ...
William Shakespeare sir Thomas Hanmer (4th bart). Sbal . No , Sir John , it is my coufin Silence ; in com- miffion with me . Fal . Good mafter Silence , it well befits you fhould be of the peace . Sil . Your good worship is welcome . Fal ...
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... Sbal . Ha , ha , ha , you can do it , Sir ; you can do it I commend you well . Francis Feeble ! Feeble . Here , Sir . Fal . What trade art thou , Feeble ? Feeble . A woman's tailor , Sir . Shal . Shall I prick him , Sir ? Fal . You may ...
... Sbal . Ha , ha , ha , you can do it , Sir ; you can do it I commend you well . Francis Feeble ! Feeble . Here , Sir . Fal . What trade art thou , Feeble ? Feeble . A woman's tailor , Sir . Shal . Shall I prick him , Sir ? Fal . You may ...
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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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