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 20
... madam ; so you stumble not unheedfully . Jul . Of all the fair resort of gentlemen , That every day with parle encounter me , In thy opinion which is worthiest love ? Luc . Please you , repeat their names , I'll show my mind According ...
... madam ; so you stumble not unheedfully . Jul . Of all the fair resort of gentlemen , That every day with parle encounter me , In thy opinion which is worthiest love ? Luc . Please you , repeat their names , I'll show my mind According ...
Pagina 21
... Madam , it will not lie where it concerns , Unless it have a false interpreter . Jul . Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme . Luc . That I might sing it , madam , to a tune , Give me a note : your ladyship can set . Jul . As ...
... Madam , it will not lie where it concerns , Unless it have a false interpreter . Jul . Some love of yours hath writ to you in rhyme . Luc . That I might sing it , madam , to a tune , Give me a note : your ladyship can set . Jul . As ...
Pagina 22
... Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia ! Val . How now , sirrah ? Speed . She is not within hearing , sir . Val . Why , sir , who bade you call her ? Speed . Your worship , sir ; or else I mistook . Val . Well , you'll still be too forward . Speed ...
... Madam Silvia ! madam Silvia ! Val . How now , sirrah ? Speed . She is not within hearing , sir . Val . Why , sir , who bade you call her ? Speed . Your worship , sir ; or else I mistook . Val . Well , you'll still be too forward . Speed ...
Pagina 23
... madam , it came hardly off ; For , being ignorant to whom it goes , I writ at random , very doubtfully . Sil . Perchance you think too much of so much pains ? Val . No , madam : so it stead you , I will write , Please you command , a ...
... madam , it came hardly off ; For , being ignorant to whom it goes , I writ at random , very doubtfully . Sil . Perchance you think too much of so much pains ? Val . No , madam : so it stead you , I will write , Please you command , a ...
Pagina 24
... madam , I seem so . you are not ? Thu. Seem you that Val . Haply , I do .. Thu. So do counterfeits . Thu. What seem I that I am not ? Val . Wise . Thu. What instance of the contrary ? Val . Your folly . Thu. And how quote you my folly ...
... madam , I seem so . you are not ? Thu. Seem you that Val . Haply , I do .. Thu. So do counterfeits . Thu. What seem I that I am not ? Val . Wise . Thu. What instance of the contrary ? Val . Your folly . Thu. And how quote you my folly ...
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