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 51
... hour she appointed me . ' scape_suffocation . And in the height of this bath , when I was more than half stewed in grease , like a Dutch dish , to be thrown into the Thames , and cooled , determi - glowing hot , in that surge , like a ...
... hour she appointed me . ' scape_suffocation . And in the height of this bath , when I was more than half stewed in grease , like a Dutch dish , to be thrown into the Thames , and cooled , determi - glowing hot , in that surge , like a ...
Pagina 54
... hour . What shall be done with him ? what is your plot ? Mrs. Page . That likewise have we thought upon , and thus . Nan Page my daughter , and my little son , And three or four more of their growth , we'll dress Like urchins , ouphes ...
... hour . What shall be done with him ? what is your plot ? Mrs. Page . That likewise have we thought upon , and thus . Nan Page my daughter , and my little son , And three or four more of their growth , we'll dress Like urchins , ouphes ...
Pagina 80
... hour . Will't not off ? O , give me pardon , That I , your vassal , have employ'd and pain'd Your unknown sovereignty ! Duke . You are pardon'd , Isabel : And now , dear maid , be you as free to us . Your brother's death , I know , sits ...
... hour . Will't not off ? O , give me pardon , That I , your vassal , have employ'd and pain'd Your unknown sovereignty ! Duke . You are pardon'd , Isabel : And now , dear maid , be you as free to us . Your brother's death , I know , sits ...
Pagina 83
... hour it will be dinner - time : Till then , I'll view the manners of the town , Peruse the traders , gaze upon the buildings , And then return and sleep within mine inn , For with long travel I am stiff and weary . Get thee away . Dro ...
... hour it will be dinner - time : Till then , I'll view the manners of the town , Peruse the traders , gaze upon the buildings , And then return and sleep within mine inn , For with long travel I am stiff and weary . Get thee away . Dro ...
Pagina 85
... hour since . Dro . S. I did not see you since you sent me hence , Home to the Centaur , with the gold you gave me ... hours . When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport , But creep in crannies when he hides his beams . If you will ...
... hour since . Dro . S. I did not see you since you sent me hence , Home to the Centaur , with the gold you gave me ... hours . When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport , But creep in crannies when he hides his beams . If you will ...
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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.