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 26
... never undone , till he be hang'd ; nor never welcome to a place , till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess | say , welcome . Speed . Come on , you mad - cap , I'll to the alehouse with you presently ; where for one shot of five ...
... never undone , till he be hang'd ; nor never welcome to a place , till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess | say , welcome . Speed . Come on , you mad - cap , I'll to the alehouse with you presently ; where for one shot of five ...
Strana 42
... never have boarded me in this fury . Mrs. Ford . Boarding call you it ? I'll be sure to keep him above deck . Mrs. Page . So will I : if he come under my hatches , I'll never to sea again . Let's be revenged on him : let's appoint him a ...
... never have boarded me in this fury . Mrs. Ford . Boarding call you it ? I'll be sure to keep him above deck . Mrs. Page . So will I : if he come under my hatches , I'll never to sea again . Let's be revenged on him : let's appoint him a ...
Strana 44
... never get her so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of them all ; and yet there has been earls , nay , which is more , pen- sioners ; but , I warrant you , all is one with her . Fal . But what says she to me ? be brief , my good she ...
... never get her so much as sip on a cup with the proudest of them all ; and yet there has been earls , nay , which is more , pen- sioners ; but , I warrant you , all is one with her . Fal . But what says she to me ? be brief , my good she ...
Strana 57
... never else cross me thus . Enter Sir HUGH EVANS , like a Satyr ; Mrs. QUICKLY , and PISTOL ; ANNE PAGE , as the ... never meet . I will never take you for my love again , but I will always count you my deer . Fal . I do begin to perceive ...
... never else cross me thus . Enter Sir HUGH EVANS , like a Satyr ; Mrs. QUICKLY , and PISTOL ; ANNE PAGE , as the ... never meet . I will never take you for my love again , but I will always count you my deer . Fal . I do begin to perceive ...
Strana 86
... never words were music to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour'd in thy taste , Unless I spake , or look'd , or touch'd , or carv'd . How comes ...
... never words were music to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour'd in thy taste , Unless I spake , or look'd , or touch'd , or carv'd . How comes ...
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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.