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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... Henry the Eighth , who generally made the law the engine of his boisterous paffions . Not only the general plan of the ftory is moft applicable , but feveral paffages are To marked , that they touch the real history nearer than the ...
... Henry the Eighth , who generally made the law the engine of his boisterous paffions . Not only the general plan of the ftory is moft applicable , but feveral paffages are To marked , that they touch the real history nearer than the ...
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... Henry V : " and fo clap hands , and a bargain . " STEEVENS . This was a regular part of the ceremony of troth - plighting , to which Shakspeare often alludes . So , in Measure for Measure : " This is the hand , which with a vow'd ...
... Henry V : " and fo clap hands , and a bargain . " STEEVENS . This was a regular part of the ceremony of troth - plighting , to which Shakspeare often alludes . So , in Measure for Measure : " This is the hand , which with a vow'd ...
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... a one is a jolly cock , a cock of the game . The word has already occurred in Twelfth Night , and is one of the titles by which Pistol speaks of K. Henry the Fifth . STEEVENS They fay , it's a copy out of mine . 18 TALE . WINTER'S.
... a one is a jolly cock , a cock of the game . The word has already occurred in Twelfth Night , and is one of the titles by which Pistol speaks of K. Henry the Fifth . STEEVENS They fay , it's a copy out of mine . 18 TALE . WINTER'S.
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... Henry VI : " God knows , thou art a collop of my flesh . " STEEVENS . Affection ! thy intention frabs the center : ] Inftead of this line , which I find in the folio , the modern editors have introduced ano- ther of no authority ...
... Henry VI : " God knows , thou art a collop of my flesh . " STEEVENS . Affection ! thy intention frabs the center : ] Inftead of this line , which I find in the folio , the modern editors have introduced ano- ther of no authority ...
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... Henry VIII : " This butcher's cur is venom - mouth'd , and I " Have not the power to muzzle him . ” Again , in Much ado about nothing : " I am trufted with a muzzle . " STEEVENS . 3 As ornaments oft do , too dangerous . ] So , in The ...
... Henry VIII : " This butcher's cur is venom - mouth'd , and I " Have not the power to muzzle him . ” Again , in Much ado about nothing : " I am trufted with a muzzle . " STEEVENS . 3 As ornaments oft do , too dangerous . ] So , in The ...
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