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 23
... stays my coming ; answer not . The tide is now : nay , not thy tide of tears ; That tide will stay me longer than I should . [ Exit JULIA . Julia , farewell . - What ! gone without a word ? Ay , so true love should do : it cannot speak ...
... stays my coming ; answer not . The tide is now : nay , not thy tide of tears ; That tide will stay me longer than I should . [ Exit JULIA . Julia , farewell . - What ! gone without a word ? Ay , so true love should do : it cannot speak ...
Strana 27
... stays to bear my letters to my friends , And I am going to deliver them . Duke . Be they of much import ? Val . The tenor of them doth but signify My health , and happy being at your court . Duke . Nay , then no matter : stay with me ...
... stays to bear my letters to my friends , And I am going to deliver them . Duke . Be they of much import ? Val . The tenor of them doth but signify My health , and happy being at your court . Duke . Nay , then no matter : stay with me ...
Strana 30
... stays for thee at the north - gate . Speed . For me ? Launce . For thee ? ay ; who art thou ? he hath As you in worth ... stay'd so long , that going will scarce serve the turn . Speed . Why didst not tell me sooner ? pox of your love ...
... stays for thee at the north - gate . Speed . For me ? Launce . For thee ? ay ; who art thou ? he hath As you in worth ... stay'd so long , that going will scarce serve the turn . Speed . Why didst not tell me sooner ? pox of your love ...
Strana 73
... stay Can be but brief : for I have made him know , I have a servant comes with me along , That stays upon me ; whose persuasion is , I come about my brother . Duke . ' Tis well borne up . I have not yet made known to Mariana A word of ...
... stay Can be but brief : for I have made him know , I have a servant comes with me along , That stays upon me ; whose persuasion is , I come about my brother . Duke . ' Tis well borne up . I have not yet made known to Mariana A word of ...
Strana 80
... Stay , sir ; stay a while . Ang . What ! resists he ? Help him , Lucio . Lucio . Come , sir ; come , sir ; come , sir ; foh ! Why , you bald - pated , lying rascal ! you must be hooded , must you ? show your knave's visage , with a pox ...
... Stay , sir ; stay a while . Ang . What ! resists he ? Help him , Lucio . Lucio . Come , sir ; come , sir ; come , sir ; foh ! Why , you bald - pated , lying rascal ! you must be hooded , must you ? show your knave's visage , with a pox ...
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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.