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 28
... thee , that I have sought To match my friend , sir Thurio , to my daughter . Val . I know it well , my lord ; and , sure , the match Were rich and honourable : besides , the gentleman Is full of virtue , bounty , worth , and qualities ...
... thee , that I have sought To match my friend , sir Thurio , to my daughter . Val . I know it well , my lord ; and , sure , the match Were rich and honourable : besides , the gentleman Is full of virtue , bounty , worth , and qualities ...
Pagina 33
... thee , even from a heart As full of sorrows as the sea of sands , To bear me company , and go with me : If not , to hide what I have said to thee , That I may venture to depart alone . ¦ Egl . Madam , I pity much your grievances , And ...
... thee , even from a heart As full of sorrows as the sea of sands , To bear me company , and go with me : If not , to hide what I have said to thee , That I may venture to depart alone . ¦ Egl . Madam , I pity much your grievances , And ...
Pagina 36
... thee yield to my desire . Val . [ Coming forward . ] Ruffian , let go that rude uncivil touch ; Thou friend of an ill fashion ! Pro . Valentine ! Val . Thou common friend , that's without faith or love ; ( For such is a friend now ) ...
... thee yield to my desire . Val . [ Coming forward . ] Ruffian , let go that rude uncivil touch ; Thou friend of an ill fashion ! Pro . Valentine ! Val . Thou common friend , that's without faith or love ; ( For such is a friend now ) ...
Pagina 48
... thee , there's something extraordinary in thee . Come ; I cannot cog , and say thou art this and that , like a many of these lisping haw - thorn buds , that come like women in men's apparel , and smell like Bucklersbury in simple - time ...
... thee , there's something extraordinary in thee . Come ; I cannot cog , and say thou art this and that , like a many of these lisping haw - thorn buds , that come like women in men's apparel , and smell like Bucklersbury in simple - time ...
Pagina 92
... thee to leave me , and be gone . hands for my service , but blows . When I am cold , he heats me with beating ; when ... thee , Satan , hous'd within this man , To yield possession to my holy prayers , And to thy state of darkness hie ...
... thee to leave me , and be gone . hands for my service , but blows . When I am cold , he heats me with beating ; when ... thee , Satan , hous'd within this man , To yield possession to my holy prayers , And to thy state of darkness hie ...
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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.