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 104
... lord . How still the evening is , As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony ! D. Pedro . See you where Benedick hath hid himself ? Claud . O , very well , my lord : the music ended , We'll fit the hid - fox with a penny - worth . Enter ...
... lord . How still the evening is , As hush'd on purpose to grace harmony ! D. Pedro . See you where Benedick hath hid himself ? Claud . O , very well , my lord : the music ended , We'll fit the hid - fox with a penny - worth . Enter ...
Pagina 123
... lords , That are vow - fellows with this virtuous duke ? 1 Lord . Longaville is one . Prin . Know you the man ? Mar. I know him , madam : at a marriage feast , Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Falconbridge ...
... lords , That are vow - fellows with this virtuous duke ? 1 Lord . Longaville is one . Prin . Know you the man ? Mar. I know him , madam : at a marriage feast , Between lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Falconbridge ...
Pagina 137
... lord ; it is not so , I swear : We have had pastimes here , and pleasant game . A mess of Russians left us but of late . King . How , madam ! Russians ? Prin . Ay , in truth , my lord ; Trim gallants , full of courtship , and of state ...
... lord ; it is not so , I swear : We have had pastimes here , and pleasant game . A mess of Russians left us but of late . King . How , madam ! Russians ? Prin . Ay , in truth , my lord ; Trim gallants , full of courtship , and of state ...
Pagina 172
... lord , can look as swift as yours : You saw the mistress , I beheld the maid ; You lov'd , I lov'd ; for intermission No more pertains to me , my lord , than you . Your fortune stood upon the caskets there , And so did mine too , as the ...
... lord , can look as swift as yours : You saw the mistress , I beheld the maid ; You lov'd , I lov'd ; for intermission No more pertains to me , my lord , than you . Your fortune stood upon the caskets there , And so did mine too , as the ...
Pagina 186
... Lord . Indeed , my lord , The melancholy Jaques grieves at that ; And , in that kind , swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you . To - day , my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him , as he lay ...
... Lord . Indeed , my lord , The melancholy Jaques grieves at that ; And , in that kind , swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you . To - day , my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him , as he lay ...
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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.