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 131
... King . Where had'st thou it ? Cost . Of Dun Adramadio , Dun Adramadio . King . How now ! what is in you ? why dost thou tear it ? Biron . A toy , my liege , a toy : your grace needs not fear it ? [ Tearing it . Long . It did move him to ...
... King . Where had'st thou it ? Cost . Of Dun Adramadio , Dun Adramadio . King . How now ! what is in you ? why dost thou tear it ? Biron . A toy , my liege , a toy : your grace needs not fear it ? [ Tearing it . Long . It did move him to ...
Pagina 132
... King . And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack . Dum . Dark needs no candles now , for dark is light . Biron . Your mistresses dare never come in rain , For fear their colours should be wash'd away . King . " Twere good , yours did ...
... King . And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack . Dum . Dark needs no candles now , for dark is light . Biron . Your mistresses dare never come in rain , For fear their colours should be wash'd away . King . " Twere good , yours did ...
Pagina 135
... king will court thee for his dear : Hold , take thou this , my sweet , and give me thine , So shall Biron take me for Rosaline.- And change you favours , too ; so shall your loves Woo contrary , deceiv'd by these removes . Ros . Come on ...
... king will court thee for his dear : Hold , take thou this , my sweet , and give me thine , So shall Biron take me for Rosaline.- And change you favours , too ; so shall your loves Woo contrary , deceiv'd by these removes . Ros . Come on ...
Pagina 136
... King . If you deny to dance , let's hold more chat . Ros . In private then . King . I am best pleas'd with that . [ They converse apart . Biron . White - handed mistress , one sweet word with thee . Prin . Honey , and milk , and sugar ...
... King . If you deny to dance , let's hold more chat . Ros . In private then . King . I am best pleas'd with that . [ They converse apart . Biron . White - handed mistress , one sweet word with thee . Prin . Honey , and milk , and sugar ...
Pagina 137
... King . All hail , sweet madam , and fair time of day ! Prin . Fair , in all hail , is foul , as I conceive . King . Construe my speeches better , if you may . Prin . Then wish me better : I will give you leave . King . We come to visit ...
... King . All hail , sweet madam , and fair time of day ! Prin . Fair , in all hail , is foul , as I conceive . King . Construe my speeches better , if you may . Prin . Then wish me better : I will give you leave . King . We come to visit ...
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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.