King John ; King Richard II ; King Henry IV, part 1T. Longman ... [and 31 others], 1793 |
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Pagina 86
... . M. Mafon juftly observes , that " to trim means to drefs out , but not to clothe ; and confequently , though it might mean unadorned , it cannot mean unclad , or naked . " MALONE . CONST . O , if thou grant my need , 86 KING JOH N.
... . M. Mafon juftly observes , that " to trim means to drefs out , but not to clothe ; and confequently , though it might mean unadorned , it cannot mean unclad , or naked . " MALONE . CONST . O , if thou grant my need , 86 KING JOH N.
Pagina 235
... observes to me that the fame expreffion occurs in the 106th Pfalm : " and fent leannefs withal into their foul . " • STEEVENS . And thy unkindness be like crooked age , To crop at once a too - long wither'd flower . ] Thus ftand these ...
... observes to me that the fame expreffion occurs in the 106th Pfalm : " and fent leannefs withal into their foul . " • STEEVENS . And thy unkindness be like crooked age , To crop at once a too - long wither'd flower . ] Thus ftand these ...
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
againſt alfo ancient anſwer Aumerle BAST becauſe blood BOLING Bolingbroke called coufin Cymbeline death doft doth duke Earl England Engliſh Exeunt expreffion eyes fack faid Falſtaff fame Faulconbridge fays fcene fear fecond feems fenfe feven fhall fhould fignifies firft firſt folio fome forrow foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fuch fuppofe fweet fword Gaunt grief Harry Percy hath heaven Henry VI Hiftory himſelf honour itſelf JOHNSON King Henry King John King Richard lady laft lord majefty MALONE means meaſure Mortimer moſt muft muſt myſelf night Northumberland obferves old copies Oldcastle paffage Percy perfon POINS Pope prefent prifoners prince purpoſe quarto Queen Rape of Lucrece reafon Richard III ſay Shakspeare ſhall Sir John Sir John Oldcastle ſpeak ſtate STEEVENS thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand ufed uſed WARBURTON whofe word
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