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 28
... woman's mind . Duke . But she did scorn a present that I sent her . Val . A woman sometime scorns what best contents her . Send her another ; never give her o'er , For scorn at first makes after - love the more . If she do frown , ' tis ...
... woman's mind . Duke . But she did scorn a present that I sent her . Val . A woman sometime scorns what best contents her . Send her another ; never give her o'er , For scorn at first makes after - love the more . If she do frown , ' tis ...
Strana 29
... woman : but what woman , I will not tell myself ; and yet ' tis a milk- maid ; yet ' tis not a maid , for she hath had gossips : yet ' tis a maid , for she is her master's maid , and serves for wages . She hath more qualities than a ...
... woman : but what woman , I will not tell myself ; and yet ' tis a milk- maid ; yet ' tis not a maid , for she hath had gossips : yet ' tis a maid , for she is her master's maid , and serves for wages . She hath more qualities than a ...
Strana 41
... woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do , nor can do more than I do with her , I thank heaven . Fent . [ Within . ] Who's within there , ho ? Quick . Who's there , I trow ? Come near the house , I pray you . Enter FENTOΟΝ ...
... woman in Windsor knows more of Anne's mind than I do , nor can do more than I do with her , I thank heaven . Fent . [ Within . ] Who's within there , ho ? Quick . Who's there , I trow ? Come near the house , I pray you . Enter FENTOΟΝ ...
Strana 42
... woman ? Mrs. Ford . O woman ! if it were not for one trifling respect , I could come to such honour . Mrs. Page . Hang the trifle , woman ; take the honour . What is it ? -dispense with trifles ; -what is it ? Mrs. Ford . If I would but ...
... woman ? Mrs. Ford . O woman ! if it were not for one trifling respect , I could come to such honour . Mrs. Page . Hang the trifle , woman ; take the honour . What is it ? -dispense with trifles ; -what is it ? Mrs. Ford . If I would but ...
Strana 43
... woman would speak with you . Fal . Let her approach . Enter Mistress QUICKLY . Quick . Give your worship good - morrow . Fal . Good - morrow , good wife . Quick . Not so , an't please your worship . Fal . Good maid , then . Quick . I'll ...
... woman would speak with you . Fal . Let her approach . Enter Mistress QUICKLY . Quick . Give your worship good - morrow . Fal . Good - morrow , good wife . Quick . Not so , an't please your worship . Fal . Good maid , then . Quick . I'll ...
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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.