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 111
... eyes ; For did I think thou would'st not quickly die , Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames , Myself would , on the hazard of reproaches , Strike at thy life . Griev'd I , I had but one ? Chid I for that at frugal ...
... eyes ; For did I think thou would'st not quickly die , Thought I thy spirits were stronger than thy shames , Myself would , on the hazard of reproaches , Strike at thy life . Griev'd I , I had but one ? Chid I for that at frugal ...
Pagina 125
... eye , As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy ; Who , tend'ring their own worth , from where they were glass'd , Did point you to buy them , along as you pass'd . His face's own margin did quote such amazes , That all eyes saw his eyes ...
... eye , As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy ; Who , tend'ring their own worth , from where they were glass'd , Did point you to buy them , along as you pass'd . His face's own margin did quote such amazes , That all eyes saw his eyes ...
Pagina 129
... eye , —by this light , but for her eye , I would not love her ! yes , for her two eyes . Well , I do nothing in the world but lie , and lie in my throat . By heaven , I do love , and it hath taught me to rhyme , and to be melancholy ...
... eye , —by this light , but for her eye , I would not love her ! yes , for her two eyes . Well , I do nothing in the world but lie , and lie in my throat . By heaven , I do love , and it hath taught me to rhyme , and to be melancholy ...
Pagina 131
... eyes are then no eyes , nor I Biron . O ! but for my love , day would turn to night . Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty Do meet , as at a fair , in her fair cheek ; Where several worthies make one dignity , Where nothing wants ...
... eyes are then no eyes , nor I Biron . O ! but for my love , day would turn to night . Of all complexions the cull'd sovereignty Do meet , as at a fair , in her fair cheek ; Where several worthies make one dignity , Where nothing wants ...
Pagina 132
... eyes , Her feet were much too dainty for such tread . Dum . O vile ! then , as she goes , what upward lies The street should see , as she walk'd over head . King . But what of this ? Are we not all in love ? Biron . O ! nothing so sure ...
... eyes , Her feet were much too dainty for such tread . Dum . O vile ! then , as she goes , what upward lies The street should see , as she walk'd over head . King . But what of this ? Are we not all in love ? Biron . O ! nothing so sure ...
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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.