The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the Recently Discovered Folio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript EmendationsWhittaker and Company, 1853 - 884 pagina's |
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Pagina 49
... France : it is not jealous in France . Page . Nay , follow him , gentlemen : see the issue of his search . [ Exeunt PAGE , EVANS , and CAIUS . Mrs. Page . Is there not a double excellency in this ? Mrs. Ford . I know not which pleases ...
... France : it is not jealous in France . Page . Nay , follow him , gentlemen : see the issue of his search . [ Exeunt PAGE , EVANS , and CAIUS . Mrs. Page . Is there not a double excellency in this ? Mrs. Ford . I know not which pleases ...
Pagina 89
... France and it . Ant . S. Where Spain ? Dro . S. Faith , I saw it not ; but I felt it hot in her breath . Ant . S. Where America , the Indies ? Dro . S. O ! sir , upon her nose , all o'er embellished with rubies , carbuncles , sapphires ...
... France and it . Ant . S. Where Spain ? Dro . S. Faith , I saw it not ; but I felt it hot in her breath . Ant . S. Where America , the Indies ? Dro . S. O ! sir , upon her nose , all o'er embellished with rubies , carbuncles , sapphires ...
Pagina 119
... France . DUMAINE , BOYET , MERCADE , HOLOFERNES , a Schoolmaster . DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO , a Spaniard . SIR NATHANIEL , a Curate . DULL , a Constable . COSTARD , a Clown . MоTH , Рage to Armado . A Forester . PRINCESS of France ...
... France . DUMAINE , BOYET , MERCADE , HOLOFERNES , a Schoolmaster . DON ADRIANO DE ARMADO , a Spaniard . SIR NATHANIEL , a Curate . DULL , a Constable . COSTARD , a Clown . MоTH , Рage to Armado . A Forester . PRINCESS of France ...
Pagina 123
... France , ROSALINE , MARIA , KATHARINE , BOYET , Lords , and other Attendants . Boyet . Now , madam , summon up your clearest spirits . Consider whom the king your father sends , To whom he sends , and what's his embassy : Yourself ...
... France , ROSALINE , MARIA , KATHARINE , BOYET , Lords , and other Attendants . Boyet . Now , madam , summon up your clearest spirits . Consider whom the king your father sends , To whom he sends , and what's his embassy : Yourself ...
Pagina 127
... France.- Then , forester , my friend , where is the bush , That we must stand and play the murderer in ? For . Hereby , upon the edge of yonder coppice ; A stand where you may make the fairest shoot . Prin . I thank my beauty , I am ...
... France.- Then , forester , my friend , where is the bush , That we must stand and play the murderer in ? For . Hereby , upon the edge of yonder coppice ; A stand where you may make the fairest shoot . Prin . I thank my beauty , I am ...
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Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin crown daughter death doth Duke duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE Shal shame signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir John sirrah Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain wife wilt word York
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