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 45
... Host , SHAllow , Ślender , and Page . Host . Bless thee , bully doctor . Shal . Save you , master doctor Caius . Page . Now , good master doctor . Slen . Give you good - morrow , sir . Caius . Vat be all you , one , two , tree , four ...
... Host , SHAllow , Ślender , and Page . Host . Bless thee , bully doctor . Shal . Save you , master doctor Caius . Page . Now , good master doctor . Slen . Give you good - morrow , sir . Caius . Vat be all you , one , two , tree , four ...
Pagina 46
... Host . Pardon , guest - justice . - A word , Monsieur Mock - water . Caius . Mock - vater ! vat is dat ? Host . Mock - water , in our English tongue , is valour , bully . Caius . By gar , then , I have as much mock - vater as de ...
... Host . Pardon , guest - justice . - A word , Monsieur Mock - water . Caius . Mock - vater ! vat is dat ? Host . Mock - water , in our English tongue , is valour , bully . Caius . By gar , then , I have as much mock - vater as de ...
Pagina 47
... Host de Jarre- tière , have I not stay for him , to kill him ? have I not , at de place I did appoint ? Eva . As I am a Christian soul , now , look you , this is the place appointed . I'll be judgment by mine Host of the Garter . Host ...
... Host de Jarre- tière , have I not stay for him , to kill him ? have I not , at de place I did appoint ? Eva . As I am a Christian soul , now , look you , this is the place appointed . I'll be judgment by mine Host of the Garter . Host ...
Pagina 49
... Host . Caius . Dat is good ; by gar , vit all my heart . Eva . A lousy knave ! to have his gibes , and his mockeries . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . - A Room in PAGE's House . Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE . Fent . I see , I cannot get thy ...
... Host . Caius . Dat is good ; by gar , vit all my heart . Eva . A lousy knave ! to have his gibes , and his mockeries . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV . - A Room in PAGE's House . Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE . Fent . I see , I cannot get thy ...
Pagina 52
... would meet him in this shape he cannot abide the old woman of Brentford ; he swears , she's a witch ; forbade her my house , and hath threatened to beat her . Host . Ha ! a fat woman ? the knight 52 ACT IV . THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR .
... would meet him in this shape he cannot abide the old woman of Brentford ; he swears , she's a witch ; forbade her my house , and hath threatened to beat her . Host . Ha ! a fat woman ? the knight 52 ACT IV . THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR .
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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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