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 39
... host of the Garter ! Host . What says my bully - rook ? Speak scholarly , and wisely . Fal . Truly , mine host , I must turn away some of my followers . Host . Discard , bully Hercules ; cashier : let them wag ; trot , trot . Fal . I ...
... host of the Garter ! Host . What says my bully - rook ? Speak scholarly , and wisely . Fal . Truly , mine host , I must turn away some of my followers . Host . Discard , bully Hercules ; cashier : let them wag ; trot , trot . Fal . I ...
Strana 40
... Host . How now , bully -. Fal . There is no remedy ; I must coney - catch , I must shift . Pist . Young ravens must have food . Fal . Which of you know Ford of this town ? Pist . I ken the wight : he is of substance good . Fal . My ...
... Host . How now , bully -. Fal . There is no remedy ; I must coney - catch , I must shift . Pist . Young ravens must have food . Fal . Which of you know Ford of this town ? Pist . I ken the wight : he is of substance good . Fal . My ...
Strana 41
... Host . How now , bully - rook ! thou'rt. Qu'ai j'oublié ? dere is some simples in my closet , dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind . [ Going to it . Quick . [ Aside . ] Ah me ! he'll find the young man there , and be mad ...
... Host . How now , bully - rook ! thou'rt. Qu'ai j'oublié ? dere is some simples in my closet , dat I vill not for the varld I shall leave behind . [ Going to it . Quick . [ Aside . ] Ah me ! he'll find the young man there , and be mad ...
Strana 42
... Host of the Garter . Mrs. Ford . Nay , I will consent to act any villainy against him , that may not sully the chariness of our honesty . O , that my husband saw this letter ! it would give eternal food to his jealousy . Mrs. Page . Why ...
... Host of the Garter . Mrs. Ford . Nay , I will consent to act any villainy against him , that may not sully the chariness of our honesty . O , that my husband saw this letter ! it would give eternal food to his jealousy . Mrs. Page . Why ...
Strana 43
... Host of the Garter comes . There is either liquor in his pate , or money in his purse , when he looks so merrily . - How now , mine host ! Enter Host . Pist . Why , then the world's mine oyster , Which I with sword will open.— Fal . Not ...
... Host of the Garter comes . There is either liquor in his pate , or money in his purse , when he looks so merrily . - How now , mine host ! Enter Host . Pist . Why , then the world's mine oyster , Which I with sword will open.— Fal . Not ...
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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.