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 224
... PETRUCHIO and KATH . Hor . Now go thy ways , thou hast tam'd a curst shrew . Luc . ' Tis a wonder , by your leave , she will be tam'd So. [ Exeunt . King of France . Duke of Florence . BERTRAM , 224 ACT V. TAMING OF THE SHREW .
... PETRUCHIO and KATH . Hor . Now go thy ways , thou hast tam'd a curst shrew . Luc . ' Tis a wonder , by your leave , she will be tam'd So. [ Exeunt . King of France . Duke of Florence . BERTRAM , 224 ACT V. TAMING OF THE SHREW .
Strana 225
... France , and partly in Tuscany . ACT I. Clo . In Isbel's case , and mine own . King of France . Duke of Florence . BERTRAM , Count of Rousillon . LAFEU , an old Lord . PAROLLES , a Follower of Bertram . French Envoy , serving with ...
... France , and partly in Tuscany . ACT I. Clo . In Isbel's case , and mine own . King of France . Duke of Florence . BERTRAM , Count of Rousillon . LAFEU , an old Lord . PAROLLES , a Follower of Bertram . French Envoy , serving with ...
Strana 231
... France , My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or image of thy state ; But such a one , thy vassal , whom I know Is free for me to ask , thee to bestow . King . Here is my hand ; the premises observ'd , Thy will by my ...
... France , My low and humble name to propagate With any branch or image of thy state ; But such a one , thy vassal , whom I know Is free for me to ask , thee to bestow . King . Here is my hand ; the premises observ'd , Thy will by my ...
Strana 234
... France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits The tread of a man's foot . To the wars ! Ber . There's letters from my mother : what the im- port is , I know not yet . Enter PAROlles . Par . Bless you , my fortunate lady ! Hel . I hope ...
... France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits The tread of a man's foot . To the wars ! Ber . There's letters from my mother : what the im- port is , I know not yet . Enter PAROlles . Par . Bless you , my fortunate lady ! Hel . I hope ...
Strana 236
... France . " Nothing in France , until he has no wife ! Thou shalt have none , Rousillon , none in France ; Then hast thou all again . Poor lord ! is't I That chase thee from thy country , and expose Those tender limbs of thine to the ...
... France . " Nothing in France , until he has no wife ! Thou shalt have none , Rousillon , none in France ; Then hast thou all again . Poor lord ! is't I That chase thee from thy country , and expose Those tender limbs of thine to the ...
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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.