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 - Počet stran: 884 |
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Strana 11
... crown what I profess with kind event , If I speak true ; if hollowly , invert What best is boded me to mischief ! I , Beyond all limit of aught else i ' the world , Do love , prize , honour you . Mira . To weep at what I am glad of ...
... crown what I profess with kind event , If I speak true ; if hollowly , invert What best is boded me to mischief ! I , Beyond all limit of aught else i ' the world , Do love , prize , honour you . Mira . To weep at what I am glad of ...
Strana 14
... crowns ; and thy brown groves , Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves , Being lass - lorn ; thy pole - clipt ... crown My bosky acres , and my unshrubb'd down , Rich scarf to my proud earth ; why hath thy queen Summon'd me hither ...
... crowns ; and thy brown groves , Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves , Being lass - lorn ; thy pole - clipt ... crown My bosky acres , and my unshrubb'd down , Rich scarf to my proud earth ; why hath thy queen Summon'd me hither ...
Strana 83
... crown , my oath , my dignity , Which princes , would they , may not disannul , My soul should sue as advocate for thee . Bet though thou art adjudged to the death , And passed sentence may not be recall'd , But to our honour's great ...
... crown , my oath , my dignity , Which princes , would they , may not disannul , My soul should sue as advocate for thee . Bet though thou art adjudged to the death , And passed sentence may not be recall'd , But to our honour's great ...
Strana 106
... crown of his head to the sole of his foot , he is all mirth : he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow - string , and the little hangman dare not shoot at him . He hath a heart as sound as a bell , and his tongue is the clapper ; for ...
... crown of his head to the sole of his foot , he is all mirth : he hath twice or thrice cut Cupid's bow - string , and the little hangman dare not shoot at him . He hath a heart as sound as a bell , and his tongue is the clapper ; for ...
Strana 124
... crowns ; and not demands , On payment of a hundred thousand crowns , To have his title live in Aquitain ; Which we much rather had depart withal , And have the money by our father lent , Than Aquitain , so gelded as it is . Dear ...
... crowns ; and not demands , On payment of a hundred thousand crowns , To have his title live in Aquitain ; Which we much rather had depart withal , And have the money by our father lent , Than Aquitain , so gelded as it is . Dear ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.