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 32
... peace ! let's hear ' em . SONG . Who is Silvia ? what is she , To be seduced by thy flattery , That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows ? Return , return , and make thy love amends . That all our swains commend her ? Holy , fair , and ...
... peace ! let's hear ' em . SONG . Who is Silvia ? what is she , To be seduced by thy flattery , That hast deceiv'd so many with thy vows ? Return , return , and make thy love amends . That all our swains commend her ? Holy , fair , and ...
Strana 38
... Peace ! I pray you . Now let us understand : there is three umpires in this matter , as I understand ; that is - master Page , fidelicet , master Page ; and there is myself , fidelicet , myself ; and the three party is , lastly and ...
... Peace ! I pray you . Now let us understand : there is three umpires in this matter , as I understand ; that is - master Page , fidelicet , master Page ; and there is myself , fidelicet , myself ; and the three party is , lastly and ...
Strana 46
... peace , if I see a sword out , my finger itches to make one . Though we are justices , and doctors , and churchmen , master Page , we have some salt of our youth in us ; we are the sons of women , master Page . Page . ' Tis true ...
... peace , if I see a sword out , my finger itches to make one . Though we are justices , and doctors , and churchmen , master Page , we have some salt of our youth in us ; we are the sons of women , master Page . Page . ' Tis true ...
Strana 47
... Peace , I say ! Gallia and Guallia , French and Welsh ; soul - curer and body - curer . Caius . Ay , dat is very good : excellent . Host . Peace , I say ! hear mine Host of the Garter . Am I politic ? am I subtle ? am I a Machiavel ...
... Peace , I say ! Gallia and Guallia , French and Welsh ; soul - curer and body - curer . Caius . Ay , dat is very good : excellent . Host . Peace , I say ! hear mine Host of the Garter . Am I politic ? am I subtle ? am I a Machiavel ...
Strana 51
... Peace be with you , sir . [ Exit . he sent Fal . I marvel , I hear not of master Brook : me word to stay within . I ... Peace your tattlings ! -What is fair , William ? Will . Pulcher . Quick . Pole - cats ! there are fairer things than ...
... Peace be with you , sir . [ Exit . he sent Fal . I marvel , I hear not of master Brook : me word to stay within . I ... Peace your tattlings ! -What is fair , William ? Will . Pulcher . Quick . Pole - cats ! there are fairer things than ...
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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.