King Richard II. King Henry IV. King Henry VI, part 1J. and P. Knapton, S. Birt, T. Longman and T. Shewell, H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. Brindley, J. and R. Tonson and S. Draper, R. Wellington, E. New, and B. Dod., 1747 |
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But Mr. Pope , who carefully examined the first printed plays in Quarto , ( very
much to the advantage of his Edition ) coming to this place , found five lines , in
the first Edition of this play printed in 1598 , omitted in the first general collection
of ...
But Mr. Pope , who carefully examined the first printed plays in Quarto , ( very
much to the advantage of his Edition ) coming to this place , found five lines , in
the first Edition of this play printed in 1598 , omitted in the first general collection
of ...
Page 128
... forward already ? What a Pagan rascal is this ? an infidel . Ha ! you shall see
now , in very sincerity 9 brain him with his lady's fan . ] The fans , then in fashion ,
had very long handles . of of fear and cold heart , will he to the I 28 The First Part
...
... forward already ? What a Pagan rascal is this ? an infidel . Ha ! you shall see
now , in very sincerity 9 brain him with his lady's fan . ] The fans , then in fashion ,
had very long handles . of of fear and cold heart , will he to the I 28 The First Part
...
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This direction , which is only to be found in the first Edition in Quarto of 1600 ,
explains a passage in what follows , otherwise obscure . Mr. Pope . Hath Hath
beaten down young Hot - Spur and his troops P R O L O G U E. ...
This direction , which is only to be found in the first Edition in Quarto of 1600 ,
explains a passage in what follows , otherwise obscure . Mr. Pope . Hath Hath
beaten down young Hot - Spur and his troops P R O L O G U E. ...
Page 403
Suffolk first dy'd , and York , all haggled over , Comes to him where in gore he lay
insteep'd , And takes him by the beard ; kisses the gashes , That bloodily did
yawn upon his face , And cries aloud , tarry , my cousin Suffolk , My soul shall
thine ...
Suffolk first dy'd , and York , all haggled over , Comes to him where in gore he lay
insteep'd , And takes him by the beard ; kisses the gashes , That bloodily did
yawn upon his face , And cries aloud , tarry , my cousin Suffolk , My soul shall
thine ...
Page 442
Go , call her in ; but first , to try her skill , Reignier , stand thou as Dauphin in my
place ; Question her proudly , let thy looks be itern : By this means shall we found
what skill the hath , S С E N E VI . Enter Joan la Pucelle . Reig . Fair maid , is't ...
Go , call her in ; but first , to try her skill , Reignier , stand thou as Dauphin in my
place ; Question her proudly , let thy looks be itern : By this means shall we found
what skill the hath , S С E N E VI . Enter Joan la Pucelle . Reig . Fair maid , is't ...
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