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 62
... thing ensky'd , and sainted By your renouncement , an immortal spirit , And to be talk'd with in sincerity , As with ... thing to be tempted , Escalus , Another thing to fall . I not deny , The 62 ACT II . MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
... thing ensky'd , and sainted By your renouncement , an immortal spirit , And to be talk'd with in sincerity , As with ... thing to be tempted , Escalus , Another thing to fall . I not deny , The 62 ACT II . MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
Pagina 63
... thing to fall . I not deny , The jury , passing on a prisoner's life , May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try : what's open made to justice , That justice seizes : what know the laws , That thieves do ...
... thing to fall . I not deny , The jury , passing on a prisoner's life , May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try : what's open made to justice , That justice seizes : what know the laws , That thieves do ...
Pagina 67
... thing , being often read , Grown sear and tedious ; yea , my gravity , Wherein ( let no man hear me ) I take pride , Could I , with boot , change for an idle plume , Which the air beats for vain . O place ! O form ! How often dost thou ...
... thing , being often read , Grown sear and tedious ; yea , my gravity , Wherein ( let no man hear me ) I take pride , Could I , with boot , change for an idle plume , Which the air beats for vain . O place ! O form ! How often dost thou ...
Pagina 75
... thing that Angelo knows not , for he this very day receives letters of strange tenor ; per- chance , of the Duke's death ; perchance , entering into some monastery ; but , by chance , nothing of what is writ . Look , the unfolding star ...
... thing that Angelo knows not , for he this very day receives letters of strange tenor ; per- chance , of the Duke's death ; perchance , entering into some monastery ; but , by chance , nothing of what is writ . Look , the unfolding star ...
Pagina 77
... thing on thing , As e'er I heard in madness . Isab . O , gracious duke ! Harp not on that ; nor do not banish reason For incredulity ; but let your reason serve To make the truth appear , where it seems hid , And hide the false seems ...
... thing on thing , As e'er I heard in madness . Isab . O , gracious duke ! Harp not on that ; nor do not banish reason For incredulity ; but let your reason serve To make the truth appear , where it seems hid , And hide the false seems ...
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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 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.