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 42
... true ; [ to PAGE . ] I like not the humour of lying . He hath wronged me in some humours : I should have borne the humoured letter to her , but I have a sword , and it shall bite upon my necessity . He loves your wife ; there's the ...
... true ; [ to PAGE . ] I like not the humour of lying . He hath wronged me in some humours : I should have borne the humoured letter to her , but I have a sword , and it shall bite upon my necessity . He loves your wife ; there's the ...
Pagina 53
... true , " Still swine eat all the draff . ” [ Exit . Re - enter Mrs. FORD , with two Servants . Mrs. Ford . Go , sirs , take the basket again on your shoulders : your master is hard at door ; if he bid you set it down , obey him ...
... true , " Still swine eat all the draff . ” [ Exit . Re - enter Mrs. FORD , with two Servants . Mrs. Ford . Go , sirs , take the basket again on your shoulders : your master is hard at door ; if he bid you set it down , obey him ...
Pagina 73
... true man's apparel fits your thief . Clo . If it be too little for your thief , your true man thinks it big enough ; if it be too big for your thief , your thief thinks it little enough : so , every true man's apparel fits your thief ...
... true man's apparel fits your thief . Clo . If it be too little for your thief , your true man thinks it big enough ; if it be too big for your thief , your thief thinks it little enough : so , every true man's apparel fits your thief ...
Pagina 77
... true as it is strange : Nay , it is ten times true ; for truth is truth To th ' end of reckoning . Duke . Away with her . - Poor soul ! She speaks this in th ' infirmity of sense . Isab . O prince , I conjure thee , as thou believ'st ...
... true as it is strange : Nay , it is ten times true ; for truth is truth To th ' end of reckoning . Duke . Away with her . - Poor soul ! She speaks this in th ' infirmity of sense . Isab . O prince , I conjure thee , as thou believ'st ...
Pagina 106
... true judgment , ( Having so swift and excellent a wit , As she is priz'd to have ) as to refuse So rare a gentleman as signior Benedick . Hero . He is the only man of Italy , Always excepted my dear Claudio . Urs . I pray you , be not ...
... true judgment , ( Having so swift and excellent a wit , As she is priz'd to have ) as to refuse So rare a gentleman as signior Benedick . Hero . He is the only man of Italy , Always excepted my dear Claudio . Urs . I pray you , be not ...
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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
Populaire passages
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.