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 43
... honour thou hadst it not . Pist . Didst thou not share ? hadst thou not fifteen pence ? Fal . Reason , you rogue , reason : think'st thou , I'll endanger my soul gratis ? At a word , hang no more about me , I am no gibbet for you : -go ...
... honour thou hadst it not . Pist . Didst thou not share ? hadst thou not fifteen pence ? Fal . Reason , you rogue , reason : think'st thou , I'll endanger my soul gratis ? At a word , hang no more about me , I am no gibbet for you : -go ...
Strana 59
... honour , It is lord Angelo . Duke . Enter ANGELO . Look , where he comes . Aag . Always obedient to your grace's will , I come to know your pleasure . Duke . Angelo , There is a kind of character in thy life , That , to th ' observer ...
... honour , It is lord Angelo . Duke . Enter ANGELO . Look , where he comes . Aag . Always obedient to your grace's will , I come to know your pleasure . Duke . Angelo , There is a kind of character in thy life , That , to th ' observer ...
Strana 63
... honour's reverence ) for stew'd prunes : sir , we had but two in the house , which at that very distant time stood , as it were , in a fruit - dish , a dish of some three - pence your honours have seen such dishes : they are not China ...
... honour's reverence ) for stew'd prunes : sir , we had but two in the house , which at that very distant time stood , as it were , in a fruit - dish , a dish of some three - pence your honours have seen such dishes : they are not China ...
Strana 65
... honour ! Ang . Stay a little while .- [ To ISAB . ] Y ' are wel- come : what's your will ? Isab . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Isab . There is a vice , that most ...
... honour ! Ang . Stay a little while .- [ To ISAB . ] Y ' are wel- come : what's your will ? Isab . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Isab . There is a vice , that most ...
Strana 68
... honour , My words express my purpose . Isab . Ha ! little honour to be much believ'd , And most pernicious purpose ! -Seeming , seeming ! I will proclaim thee , Angelo ; look for't : Sign me a present pardon for my brother , Or with an ...
... honour , My words express my purpose . Isab . Ha ! little honour to be much believ'd , And most pernicious purpose ! -Seeming , seeming ! I will proclaim thee , Angelo ; look for't : Sign me a present pardon for my brother , Or with an ...
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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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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.