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 35
... gone for love . SCENE III . - The Forest . Enter SILVIA , and Outlaws . [ Exit . 1 Out . Come , come ; be patient , we must bring you to our captain . [ Drawing her in . Sil . A thousand more mischances than this one Have learn'd me how ...
... gone for love . SCENE III . - The Forest . Enter SILVIA , and Outlaws . [ Exit . 1 Out . Come , come ; be patient , we must bring you to our captain . [ Drawing her in . Sil . A thousand more mischances than this one Have learn'd me how ...
Pagina 51
... gone : I will not miss her . Quick . Peace be with you , sir . [ Exit . he sent Fal . I marvel , I hear not of master Brook : me word to stay within . I like his money well . here he comes . Enter FORD . Ford . Bless you , sir . O ! Fal ...
... gone : I will not miss her . Quick . Peace be with you , sir . [ Exit . he sent Fal . I marvel , I hear not of master Brook : me word to stay within . I like his money well . here he comes . Enter FORD . Ford . Bless you , sir . O ! Fal ...
Pagina 55
... gone . ACT V. MEASURE FOR MEASURE . DRAMATIS PERSONE . Lords. Host . Ha ! a fat woman ? the knight may be robbed : I'll call . - Bully knight ! Bully sir John ! speak from thy lungs military ; art thou there ? it is thine host , thine ...
... gone . ACT V. MEASURE FOR MEASURE . DRAMATIS PERSONE . Lords. Host . Ha ! a fat woman ? the knight may be robbed : I'll call . - Bully knight ! Bully sir John ! speak from thy lungs military ; art thou there ? it is thine host , thine ...
Pagina 62
... gone from hence , Bore many gentlemen , myself being one , In hand , and hope of action ; but we do learn , By those that know the very nerves of state , His givings out were of an infinite distance From his true - meant design . Upon ...
... gone from hence , Bore many gentlemen , myself being one , In hand , and hope of action ; but we do learn , By those that know the very nerves of state , His givings out were of an infinite distance From his true - meant design . Upon ...
Pagina 79
... gone , in's garden - house , He knew me as a wife . As this is true Let me in safety raise me from my knees , Or else for ever be confixed here , A marble monument . Ang . I did but smile till now : Now , good my lord , give me the ...
... gone , in's garden - house , He knew me as a wife . As this is true Let me in safety raise me from my knees , Or else for ever be confixed here , A marble monument . Ang . I did but smile till now : Now , good my lord , give me the ...
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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.