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 116
... Attendants , with music and tapers . Claud . Is this the monument of Leonato ? Atten . It is , my lord . Claud . [ Reads . ] EPITAPH . Done to death by slanderous tongues Was the Hero that here lies : Death , in guerdon of her wrongs ...
... Attendants , with music and tapers . Claud . Is this the monument of Leonato ? Atten . It is , my lord . Claud . [ Reads . ] EPITAPH . Done to death by slanderous tongues Was the Hero that here lies : Death , in guerdon of her wrongs ...
Strana 117
... Attendants . D. Pedro . Good morrow to this fair assembly . Leon . Good morrow , prince ; good morrow , Claudio : We here attend you . Are you yet determin'd Today to marry with my brother's daughter ? Claud . I'll hold my mind were she ...
... Attendants . D. Pedro . Good morrow to this fair assembly . Leon . Good morrow , prince ; good morrow , Claudio : We here attend you . Are you yet determin'd Today to marry with my brother's daughter ? Claud . I'll hold my mind were she ...
Strana 123
... Attendants . Boyet . Now , madam , summon up your clearest spirits . Consider whom the king your father sends , To whom he sends , and what's his embassy : Yourself , held precious in the world's esteem , To parley with the sole ...
... Attendants . Boyet . Now , madam , summon up your clearest spirits . Consider whom the king your father sends , To whom he sends , and what's his embassy : Yourself , held precious in the world's esteem , To parley with the sole ...
Strana 127
... Attendants , and a Forester . Prin . Was that the king , that spurr'd his horse so hard Against the steep uprising of the hill ? This letter is mistook ; it importeth none here : It is writ to Jaquenetta . Prin . We will read it , I ...
... Attendants , and a Forester . Prin . Was that the king , that spurr'd his horse so hard Against the steep uprising of the hill ? This letter is mistook ; it importeth none here : It is writ to Jaquenetta . Prin . We will read it , I ...
Strana 135
... Attendants . come . Moth . " All hail , the richest beauties on the earth ! " Biron . Beauties no richer than rich taffata . Moth . " A holy parcel of the fairest dames , [ The Ladies turn their backs to him . That ever turn'd their ...
... Attendants . come . Moth . " All hail , the richest beauties on the earth ! " Biron . Beauties no richer than rich taffata . Moth . " A holy parcel of the fairest dames , [ The Ladies turn their backs to him . That ever turn'd their ...
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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.