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 5
... speak this speech , Were I but where ' tis spoken . Pro . How the best ? What wert thou , if the king of Naples heard thee ? Fer . A single thing , as I am now , that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples . He does hear me , And that he ...
... speak this speech , Were I but where ' tis spoken . Pro . How the best ? What wert thou , if the king of Naples heard thee ? Fer . A single thing , as I am now , that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples . He does hear me , And that he ...
Pagina 6
... Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor . - Come . I'll manacle thy neck and feet together ; Sea - water shalt thou drink , thy food shall be The fresh - brook muscles , wither'd roots , and husks Wherein the acorn cradled . Follow . Fer ...
... Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor . - Come . I'll manacle thy neck and feet together ; Sea - water shalt thou drink , thy food shall be The fresh - brook muscles , wither'd roots , and husks Wherein the acorn cradled . Follow . Fer ...
Pagina 54
... speak with the gentlemen ; they speak English ? them Bard . Ay , sir ; I'll call them to you . Host . They shall have my horses , but I'll make I'll pay ; sauce them they have had my house a week at command ; I have turned away my other ...
... speak with the gentlemen ; they speak English ? them Bard . Ay , sir ; I'll call them to you . Host . They shall have my horses , but I'll make I'll pay ; sauce them they have had my house a week at command ; I have turned away my other ...
Pagina 55
... speak from thy lungs military ; art thou there ? it is thine host , thine Ephesian , calls . Fal . [ Above . ] How now , mine host ? Host . Here's a Bohemian Tartar tarries the coming down of thy fat woman . Let her descend , bully ...
... speak from thy lungs military ; art thou there ? it is thine host , thine Ephesian , calls . Fal . [ Above . ] How now , mine host ? Host . Here's a Bohemian Tartar tarries the coming down of thy fat woman . Let her descend , bully ...
Pagina 62
... speak with men , But in the presence of the prioress : Then , if you speak , you must not show your face ; Or , if you show your face , you must not speak . [ LUCIO calls . [ Exit FRANCISCA . Isab . Peace and prosperity ! Who is't that ...
... speak with men , But in the presence of the prioress : Then , if you speak , you must not show your face ; Or , if you show your face , you must not speak . [ LUCIO calls . [ Exit FRANCISCA . Isab . Peace and prosperity ! Who is't that ...
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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.