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 ix
... Dost make us marble with too much conceiving ; And , so sepulchred , in such pomp dost lie , That kings for such a tomb would wish to die . To the Memory of the deceased Author , Master W. Shakespeare . Shake - speare , at length thy ...
... Dost make us marble with too much conceiving ; And , so sepulchred , in such pomp dost lie , That kings for such a tomb would wish to die . To the Memory of the deceased Author , Master W. Shakespeare . Shake - speare , at length thy ...
Pagina 2
... Dost thou attend me ? Mira . Sir , most heedfully . Pro . Being once perfected how to grant suits , How to deny them , whom t'advance , and whom To trash for over - topping , new created The creatures that were mine , I say , or chang'd ...
... Dost thou attend me ? Mira . Sir , most heedfully . Pro . Being once perfected how to grant suits , How to deny them , whom t'advance , and whom To trash for over - topping , new created The creatures that were mine , I say , or chang'd ...
Pagina 4
... dost ; and think'st it much , to tread the ooze Yields us kind answer . Of the salt deep , To run upon the sharp wind of the north , To do me business in the veins o ' th ' earth , When it is bak'd with frost . ACT II . when we put them ...
... dost ; and think'st it much , to tread the ooze Yields us kind answer . Of the salt deep , To run upon the sharp wind of the north , To do me business in the veins o ' th ' earth , When it is bak'd with frost . ACT II . when we put them ...
Pagina 5
... dost unwillingly What I command , I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar , That beasts shall tremble at thy din . Cal . [ Aside . No , pray thee ! — I must obey his art is of such power , It ...
... dost unwillingly What I command , I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar , That beasts shall tremble at thy din . Cal . [ Aside . No , pray thee ! — I must obey his art is of such power , It ...
Pagina 14
... dost hear me call . Ari . Well I conceive . [ Exit . Pro . Look , thou be true . Do not give dalliance Too much the rein : the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i ' the blood . Be more abstemious , Or else , good night , your vow ...
... dost hear me call . Ari . Well I conceive . [ Exit . Pro . Look , thou be true . Do not give dalliance Too much the rein : the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i ' the blood . Be more abstemious , Or else , good night , your vow ...
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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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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.