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 150
... fears thus strong , Made senseless things begin to do them wrong , For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch , Some , sleeves , some , hats , from yielders all things catch . I led them on in this distracted fear , And left sweet ...
... fears thus strong , Made senseless things begin to do them wrong , For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch , Some , sleeves , some , hats , from yielders all things catch . I led them on in this distracted fear , And left sweet ...
Pagina 162
... fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old , being so full of unman- nerly sadness in his youth . I had rather be married to a death's head with a bone in his mouth , than to either of these . God defend me from these ...
... fear he will prove the weeping philosopher when he grows old , being so full of unman- nerly sadness in his youth . I had rather be married to a death's head with a bone in his mouth , than to either of these . God defend me from these ...
Pagina 174
... fear you . I was always plain with you , and so now I speak my agitation of the matter : therefore , be of good cheer ; for , truly , I think , you are damned . There is but one hope in it that can do you any good , and that is but a ...
... fear you . I was always plain with you , and so now I speak my agitation of the matter : therefore , be of good cheer ; for , truly , I think , you are damned . There is but one hope in it that can do you any good , and that is but a ...
Pagina 218
... fear , it is too choleric a meat . How say you to a fat tripe , finely broil'd ? Kath . I like it well : good Grumio , fetch it me . Gru . I cannot tell ; I fear , ' tis choleric . What say you to a piece of beef , and mustard ? Kath ...
... fear , it is too choleric a meat . How say you to a fat tripe , finely broil'd ? Kath . I like it well : good Grumio , fetch it me . Gru . I cannot tell ; I fear , ' tis choleric . What say you to a piece of beef , and mustard ? Kath ...
Pagina 251
... fear no colours . Mar. Make that good . Clo . He shall see none to fear . Mar. A good lenten answer . I can tell thee where that saying was born , of , I fear no colours . Clo . Where , good mistress Mary ? Mar. In the wars ; and that ...
... fear no colours . Mar. Make that good . Clo . He shall see none to fear . Mar. A good lenten answer . I can tell thee where that saying was born , of , I fear no colours . Clo . Where , good mistress Mary ? Mar. In the wars ; and that ...
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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.