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 62
... brother Claudio ? Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask , The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you . Not to be weary with you , he's ...
... brother Claudio ? Isab . Why her unhappy brother ? let me ask , The rather , for I now must make you know I am that Isabella , and his sister . Lucio . Gentle and fair , your brother kindly greets you . Not to be weary with you , he's ...
Pagina 65
... brother is condemn'd to die : I do beseech you , let it be his fault , And not my brother . Prov . [ Aside . ] Heaven give thee moving graces ! Ang . Condemn the fault , and not the actor of it ? Why , every fault's condemn'd ere it be ...
... brother is condemn'd to die : I do beseech you , let it be his fault , And not my brother . Prov . [ Aside . ] Heaven give thee moving graces ! Ang . Condemn the fault , and not the actor of it ? Why , every fault's condemn'd ere it be ...
Pagina 66
... brother's fault : if it confess A natural guiltiness , such as is his , Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life . Ang . [ Aside . ] She speaks , and ' tis Such sense , that my sense breeds with it . [ To ...
... brother's fault : if it confess A natural guiltiness , such as is his , Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life . Ang . [ Aside . ] She speaks , and ' tis Such sense , that my sense breeds with it . [ To ...
Pagina 67
... brother's life : Might there not be a charity in sin , To save this brother's life ? Isab . Please you to do't , I'll take it as a peril to my soul : It is no sin at all , but charity . Ang . Pleas'd you to do't , at peril of your soul ...
... brother's life : Might there not be a charity in sin , To save this brother's life ? Isab . Please you to do't , I'll take it as a peril to my soul : It is no sin at all , but charity . Ang . Pleas'd you to do't , at peril of your soul ...
Pagina 68
... brother die , If not a feodary , but only he , Owe , and succeed this weakness . Ang . Nay , women are frail too . Isab . Ay , as the glasses where they view themselves , Which are as easy broke as they make forms . Women ! -Help heaven ...
... brother die , If not a feodary , but only he , Owe , and succeed this weakness . Ang . Nay , women are frail too . Isab . Ay , as the glasses where they view themselves , Which are as easy broke as they make forms . Women ! -Help heaven ...
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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.