The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth-night. The winter's taleChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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Pagina 110
... Attendants ; some with apparel , others with basin , ewer , and other appurtenances . Enter Lord , dressed like a servant . Sly . For God's sake , a pot of small ale . First Serv . Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sack ? Sec ...
... Attendants ; some with apparel , others with basin , ewer , and other appurtenances . Enter Lord , dressed like a servant . Sly . For God's sake , a pot of small ale . First Serv . Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sack ? Sec ...
Pagina 112
... Attendants . Page . How fares my noble lord ? Sly . Marry , I fare well ; for here is cheer enough . Where is my wife ? Page . Here , noble lord : what is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife , and will not call me husband ? My men ...
... Attendants . Page . How fares my noble lord ? Sly . Marry , I fare well ; for here is cheer enough . Where is my wife ? Page . Here , noble lord : what is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife , and will not call me husband ? My men ...
Pagina 142
... Attendants . Bap . [ to Tranio ] Signior Lucentio , this is the ' pointed day ( 88 * ) That Katharine and Petruchio should be married , And yet we hear not of our son - in - law . What will be said ? what mockery will it be , To want ...
... Attendants . Bap . [ to Tranio ] Signior Lucentio , this is the ' pointed day ( 88 * ) That Katharine and Petruchio should be married , And yet we hear not of our son - in - law . What will be said ? what mockery will it be , To want ...
Pagina 170
... Attendants . Pet . Sir , here's the door , this is Lucentio's house : My father's bears more toward the market - place ; Thither must I ; and here I leave you , sir . Vin . You shall not choose but drink before you go : I think I shall ...
... Attendants . Pet . Sir , here's the door , this is Lucentio's house : My father's bears more toward the market - place ; Thither must I ; and here I leave you , sir . Vin . You shall not choose but drink before you go : I think I shall ...
Pagina 199
... attendant . - The folio has " Goe on . " P. 168. ( 152 ) " still " So Ritson and Mr. Collier's Ms. Corrector . - The folio has " so . " - Capell printed " sir ; " which is also conjectured by Walker ( Crit . Exam . & c . vol . ii . p ...
... attendant . - The folio has " Goe on . " P. 168. ( 152 ) " still " So Ritson and Mr. Collier's Ms. Corrector . - The folio has " so . " - Capell printed " sir ; " which is also conjectured by Walker ( Crit . Exam . & c . vol . ii . p ...
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altered Antigonus Baptista Bertram Bianca Bion Biondello Bohemia brother Camillo Capell Collier's Corrector reads Count daughter doth Duke Enter Exam Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool gentleman give Grant White Grumio Hanmer hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Illyria Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Leon look lord Lucentio madam maid Malone Malvolio marry master mean mistress Narbon never Olivia Orlando Padua passage Petruchio play poor pray printed prithee Rosalind Rousillon SCENE second folio Shakespeare Shep Sicilia Signior Sir Andrew Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH speak speech Steevens swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing third folio thou art thou hast Tranio W. N. Lettsom Walker Walker's Crit wife Winter's Tale word
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Pagina 352 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: — Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones. Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love Like the old age.
Pagina 354 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. DuJce. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all...