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 2
... thine eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wreck , which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee , I have with such prevision in mine art So safely order'd , that there is no soul- No , not so much perdition as an ...
... thine eyes ; have comfort . The direful spectacle of the wreck , which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee , I have with such prevision in mine art So safely order'd , that there is no soul- No , not so much perdition as an ...
Pagina 4
... thine and mine ; invisible To every eyeball , else . Go , take this shape , And hither come in't : go ; hence , with diligence . [ Exit ARIEL . Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your ...
... thine and mine ; invisible To every eyeball , else . Go , take this shape , And hither come in't : go ; hence , with diligence . [ Exit ARIEL . Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your ...
Pagina 5
... thine own meaning , but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known ; but thy vile race , Though thou didst learn , had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with ...
... thine own meaning , but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish , I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known ; but thy vile race , Though thou didst learn , had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with ...
Pagina 36
... thine ; if once again , Milano shall not hold thee . Here she stands : Take but possession of her with a touch . I dare thee but to breathe upon my love . Thu. Sir Valentine , I care not for her , I. I hold him but a fool , that will ...
... thine ; if once again , Milano shall not hold thee . Here she stands : Take but possession of her with a touch . I dare thee but to breathe upon my love . Thu. Sir Valentine , I care not for her , I. I hold him but a fool , that will ...
Pagina 48
... thine shall be a tailor to thee , and shall make thee a new doublet and hose . - I'll go hide me . Mrs. Ford . Do so . - Go tell thy master , I am alone . Mistress Page , remember you your cue . [ Exit ROBIN . Mrs. Page . I warrant thee ...
... thine shall be a tailor to thee , and shall make thee a new doublet and hose . - I'll go hide me . Mrs. Ford . Do so . - Go tell thy master , I am alone . Mistress Page , remember you your cue . [ Exit ROBIN . Mrs. Page . I warrant thee ...
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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.