The Works of Shakespeare ...: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Volume 4H. Lintott, 1740 |
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Page 229
... Shal . And how doth my coufin , your bed - fellow ? and your fairest daughter , and mine , my god - daughter Ellen ? Sil . Alas , a black ouzel , coufin Shallow . Shal . By yea and nay , Sir , I dare fay , my coufin William is become a ...
... Shal . And how doth my coufin , your bed - fellow ? and your fairest daughter , and mine , my god - daughter Ellen ? Sil . Alas , a black ouzel , coufin Shallow . Shal . By yea and nay , Sir , I dare fay , my coufin William is become a ...
Page 230
... Shal . I was call'd any thing , and I would have done any thing , indeed , too , and roundly too . There was I , and little John Doit of Staffordshire , and black George Bare , and Francis Pickbone , and Will Squele a Cot's- wold man ...
... Shal . I was call'd any thing , and I would have done any thing , indeed , too , and roundly too . There was I , and little John Doit of Staffordshire , and black George Bare , and Francis Pickbone , and Will Squele a Cot's- wold man ...
Page 231
... Shal . Good morrow , honeft gentlemen . Bard . I beseech you , which is Justice Shallow ? Shal . I am Robert Shallow , Sir , a poor Efquire of this Country , one of the King's Juftices of the peace : what is your good pleasure with me ...
... Shal . Good morrow , honeft gentlemen . Bard . I beseech you , which is Justice Shallow ? Shal . I am Robert Shallow , Sir , a poor Efquire of this Country , one of the King's Juftices of the peace : what is your good pleasure with me ...
Page 232
... Shal . Marry , have we , Sir : will you fit ? Fal . Let me fee them , I beseech you . Shal . Where's the roll ? where's the roll ? where's the roll ? let me fee , let me fee , let me fee : fo , fo , fo , fo yea , marry , Sir . Ralph ...
... Shal . Marry , have we , Sir : will you fit ? Fal . Let me fee them , I beseech you . Shal . Where's the roll ? where's the roll ? where's the roll ? let me fee , let me fee , let me fee : fo , fo , fo , fo yea , marry , Sir . Ralph ...
Page 233
... Shal . Do you like him , Sir John ? Fal . Shadow will ferve for fummer ; prick him ; for we have a number of fhadows do fill up the mufter book . " Shal . Thomas Wart . Fal . Where's he ? Wart . Here , Sir . Fal . Is thy name Wart ...
... Shal . Do you like him , Sir John ? Fal . Shadow will ferve for fummer ; prick him ; for we have a number of fhadows do fill up the mufter book . " Shal . Thomas Wart . Fal . Where's he ? Wart . Here , Sir . Fal . Is thy name Wart ...
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againſt anſwer arms bafe Bard Bardolph blood Boling Bolingbroke call'd coufin Crown Dauphin death doft doth Duke Duke of Burgundy Earl England Enter Exeunt Exit faid Falstaff farewel father fave fear feem felf felves fhall fhew fhould fight fince flain foldiers fome foul fpeak fpirit France French friends ftand ftill fuch fweet fword Gaunt give Glou Grace Harfleur Harry hath hear heart heav'n himſelf Hoft honour horfe Juft Liege lord lord of Westmorland mafter Majefty moft morrow moſt muft muſt never night noble Northumberland peace Percy Pift pleaſe Poins pow'r preſently Prince Prince of Wales Pucel purpoſe Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet ſelf Shal ſhall Sir John Sir John Falstaff ſpeak Talbot tell thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou art thouſand tongue treafon uncle unto Weft Weftmorland whofe word York
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