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 vii
... dead , to procure his orphans , guardians ; without ambition either of self - profit , or fame : only to keep the memory of so worthy a friend , and fellow alive , as was our SHAKE- SPEARE , by humble offer of his plays , to your most ...
... dead , to procure his orphans , guardians ; without ambition either of self - profit , or fame : only to keep the memory of so worthy a friend , and fellow alive , as was our SHAKE- SPEARE , by humble offer of his plays , to your most ...
Pagina 10
... dead moon - calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? Stephano ! two Neapolitans ' scaped ? Ste . Pr'ythee , do not turn me about : my stomach is not constant . Cal . These be fine things , an if they be ...
... dead moon - calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? Stephano ! two Neapolitans ' scaped ? Ste . Pr'ythee , do not turn me about : my stomach is not constant . Cal . These be fine things , an if they be ...
Pagina 32
... dead . ACT V. And yet she takes exceptions at your person. Jul . But shall I hear him speak ? Host . Ay , that you shall . Jul . That will be music . Host . Hark ! Hark ! Jul . Is he among these ? Host . Ay ; but peace ! let's hear ' em ...
... dead . ACT V. And yet she takes exceptions at your person. Jul . But shall I hear him speak ? Host . Ay , that you shall . Jul . That will be music . Host . Hark ! Hark ! Jul . Is he among these ? Host . Ay ; but peace ! let's hear ' em ...
Pagina 45
... dead , my Ethiopian ? is he dead , my Francisco ? ha , bully ! What says my Escu- lapius ? my Galen ? my heart of elder ? ha ! is he dead , bully - stale ? is he dead ? Caius . By gar , he is de coward Jack priest of the vorld ; he is ...
... dead , my Ethiopian ? is he dead , my Francisco ? ha , bully ! What says my Escu- lapius ? my Galen ? my heart of elder ? ha ! is he dead , bully - stale ? is he dead ? Caius . By gar , he is de coward Jack priest of the vorld ; he is ...
Pagina 61
... Dead to infliction , to themselves are dead , And liberty plucks justice by the nose ; The baby beats the nurse , and quite athwart Goes all decorum . Fri. It rested in your grace To unloose this tied - up justice , when you pleas'd ...
... Dead to infliction , to themselves are dead , And liberty plucks justice by the nose ; The baby beats the nurse , and quite athwart Goes all decorum . Fri. It rested in your grace To unloose this tied - up justice , when you pleas'd ...
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Pagina 194 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino. These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c.
Pagina 63 - To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.