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
... marry me ; If not , I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant , Whether you will or no . Fer . And I thus humble ever . My mistress , dearest , [ Kneels . Mira . My husband then ? Fer . Ay , with ...
... marry me ; If not , I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant , Whether you will or no . Fer . And I thus humble ever . My mistress , dearest , [ Kneels . Mira . My husband then ? Fer . Ay , with ...
Strana 22
... Marry , by these special marks . First , you have learn'd , like sir Proteus , to wreath your arms , like a mal - content ; to relish a love song , like a robin - red- breast ; to walk alone , like one that hath the pestilence ; to sigh ...
... Marry , by these special marks . First , you have learn'd , like sir Proteus , to wreath your arms , like a mal - content ; to relish a love song , like a robin - red- breast ; to walk alone , like one that hath the pestilence ; to sigh ...
Strana 26
... Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ? Launce . No. Speed . How then ? Shall he marry her ? Launce . No , neither . Speed . What , are they broken ? Launce . No , they ...
... Marry , after they closed in earnest , they parted very fairly in jest . Speed . But shall she marry him ? Launce . No. Speed . How then ? Shall he marry her ? Launce . No , neither . Speed . What , are they broken ? Launce . No , they ...
Strana 32
... Marry , at my house . Trust me , I think , ' tis almost day . Jul . Not so ; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd , and the most heaviest . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . - The Same . Enter EGLAMOUR . Egl . This is the hour ...
... Marry , at my house . Trust me , I think , ' tis almost day . Jul . Not so ; but it hath been the longest night That e'er I watch'd , and the most heaviest . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . - The Same . Enter EGLAMOUR . Egl . This is the hour ...
Strana 33
... marry Vain Thurio , whom my very soul abhors . Thyself hast lov'd ; and I have heard thee say , No grief did ever come so near thy heart , As when thy lady and thy true love died , Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity . Sir ...
... marry Vain Thurio , whom my very soul abhors . Thyself hast lov'd ; and I have heard thee say , No grief did ever come so near thy heart , As when thy lady and thy true love died , Upon whose grave thou vow'dst pure chastity . Sir ...
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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.