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 2
... Poor souls , they perish'd . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd , and The fraughting souls within her . Pro . Be collected : No more amazement ...
... Poor souls , they perish'd . Had I been any god of power , I would Have sunk the sea within the earth , or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd , and The fraughting souls within her . Pro . Be collected : No more amazement ...
Strana 10
... poor credulous monster.— Well drawn , monster , in good sooth . Cal . I'll show thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; and I will kiss thy foot . I pr'ythee , be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ...
... poor credulous monster.— Well drawn , monster , in good sooth . Cal . I'll show thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; and I will kiss thy foot . I pr'ythee , be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster ...
Strana 21
... Poor forlorn Proteus ; passionate Proteus To the sweet Julia : " - that I'll tear away ; And yet I will not , sith so prettily He couples it to his complaining name . Thus will I fold them one upon another : Now kiss , embrace , contend ...
... Poor forlorn Proteus ; passionate Proteus To the sweet Julia : " - that I'll tear away ; And yet I will not , sith so prettily He couples it to his complaining name . Thus will I fold them one upon another : Now kiss , embrace , contend ...
Strana 34
... poor mistress , moved therewithal , Wept bitterly ; and , would I might be dead , If I in thought felt not her very sorrow . Sil . She is beholding to thee , gentle youth : - Alas , poor lady ! desolate and left ! - I weep myself , to ...
... poor mistress , moved therewithal , Wept bitterly ; and , would I might be dead , If I in thought felt not her very sorrow . Sil . She is beholding to thee , gentle youth : - Alas , poor lady ! desolate and left ! - I weep myself , to ...
Strana 56
... poor old man ; but I came from her , master Brook , like a poor old woman . That same knave , Ford her husband , hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him , master Brook , that ever governed frenzy . I will tell you . He beat me ...
... poor old man ; but I came from her , master Brook , like a poor old woman . That same knave , Ford her husband , hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him , master Brook , that ever governed frenzy . I will tell you . He beat me ...
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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.