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 57
... look you scour With juice of balm , and every precious flower : Each fair instalment , coat , and several crest , With loyal blazon , ever more be blest ! And nightly , meadow - fairies , look , you sing , Like to the Garter's compass ...
... look you scour With juice of balm , and every precious flower : Each fair instalment , coat , and several crest , With loyal blazon , ever more be blest ! And nightly , meadow - fairies , look , you sing , Like to the Garter's compass ...
Pagina 75
... Look you , sir ; here is the hand and seal of the Duke : you know the character , I doubt not , and the signet is not strange to you . Prov . I know them both . Duke . The contents of this is the return of the Duke : you shall anon ...
... Look you , sir ; here is the hand and seal of the Duke : you know the character , I doubt not , and the signet is not strange to you . Prov . I know them both . Duke . The contents of this is the return of the Duke : you shall anon ...
Pagina 81
... Look , if it please you , on this man condemn'd , As if my brother liv'd . I partly think , A due sincerity govern'd his deeds , Till he did look on me : since it is so , Let him not die . My brother had but justice , In that he did the ...
... Look , if it please you , on this man condemn'd , As if my brother liv'd . I partly think , A due sincerity govern'd his deeds , Till he did look on me : since it is so , Let him not die . My brother had but justice , In that he did the ...
Pagina 99
... look pale with love . Bene . With anger , with sickness , or with hunger , my lord ; not with love : prove , that ever I lose more blood with love , than I will get again with drinking , pick out mine eyes with a ballad - maker's pen ...
... look pale with love . Bene . With anger , with sickness , or with hunger , my lord ; not with love : prove , that ever I lose more blood with love , than I will get again with drinking , pick out mine eyes with a ballad - maker's pen ...
Pagina 131
... look upon the heaven of her brow , That is not blinded by her majesty ? King . What zeal , what fury hath inspir'd thee now ? My love , her mistress , is a gracious moon , She , an attending star , scarce seen a light . Biron . My eyes ...
... look upon the heaven of her brow , That is not blinded by her majesty ? King . What zeal , what fury hath inspir'd thee now ? My love , her mistress , is a gracious moon , She , an attending star , scarce seen a light . Biron . My eyes ...
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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.