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 56
... hold . This is the third time ; I hope , good luck lies in odd numbers . Away , go . They say , there is divinity in odd numbers , either in nativity , chance , or death.— Away . Quick . I'll provide you a chain , and I'll do what I can ...
... hold . This is the third time ; I hope , good luck lies in odd numbers . Away , go . They say , there is divinity in odd numbers , either in nativity , chance , or death.— Away . Quick . I'll provide you a chain , and I'll do what I can ...
Pagina 57
... hold of him . Page . Nay , do not fly : I think , we have match'd you now . Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn ? Mrs. Page . I pray you come ; hold up the jest no higher.- Now , good sir John , how like you Windsor wives ...
... hold of him . Page . Nay , do not fly : I think , we have match'd you now . Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn ? Mrs. Page . I pray you come ; hold up the jest no higher.- Now , good sir John , how like you Windsor wives ...
Pagina 80
... hold on him . Lucio . This may prove worse than hanging . Duke . What you have spoke , I pardon ; sit you down . [ To ESCALUS . We'll borrow place of him : —Sir , by your leave . [ To ANGELO . Hast thou or word , or wit , or impudence ...
... hold on him . Lucio . This may prove worse than hanging . Duke . What you have spoke , I pardon ; sit you down . [ To ESCALUS . We'll borrow place of him : —Sir , by your leave . [ To ANGELO . Hast thou or word , or wit , or impudence ...
Pagina 85
... Hold , take thou that , and that . [ Beating him . Dro . S. Hold , sir , for God's sake ! now your jest is earnest : Upon what bargain do you give it me ? Ant . S. Because that I familiarly sometimes Do use you for my fool , and chat ...
... Hold , take thou that , and that . [ Beating him . Dro . S. Hold , sir , for God's sake ! now your jest is earnest : Upon what bargain do you give it me ? Ant . S. Because that I familiarly sometimes Do use you for my fool , and chat ...
Pagina 92
... hold thy tongue . Dro . E. Nay , rather persuade him to hold his hands . Ant . E. Thou whoreson , senseless villain ! Dro . E. I would I were senseless , sir ; that I might not feel your blows . Ant . E. Thou art sensible in nothing but ...
... hold thy tongue . Dro . E. Nay , rather persuade him to hold his hands . Ant . E. Thou whoreson , senseless villain ! Dro . E. I would I were senseless , sir ; that I might not feel your blows . Ant . E. Thou art sensible in nothing but ...
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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.