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 98
... dear lady Disdain ! are you yet living ? Beat . Is it possible disdain should die , while she hath such meet food to feed it , as signior Benedick ? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain , if you come in her presence . Bene . Then is ...
... dear lady Disdain ! are you yet living ? Beat . Is it possible disdain should die , while she hath such meet food to feed it , as signior Benedick ? Courtesy itself must convert to disdain , if you come in her presence . Bene . Then is ...
Strana 110
... Dear my lord , if you , in your own proof , Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth , And made defeat of her virginity , - Claud . I know what you would say : if I have known her , You'll say , she did embrace me as a husband , And ...
... Dear my lord , if you , in your own proof , Have vanquish'd the resistance of her youth , And made defeat of her virginity , - Claud . I know what you would say : if I have known her , You'll say , she did embrace me as a husband , And ...
Strana 122
... dear boy , name more ; and , sweet my child , let them be men of good repute and carriage . Moth . Samson , master : he was a man of good carriage , great carriage ; for he carried the town - gates on his back , like a porter , and he ...
... dear boy , name more ; and , sweet my child , let them be men of good repute and carriage . Moth . Samson , master : he was a man of good carriage , great carriage ; for he carried the town - gates on his back , like a porter , and he ...
Strana 123
... dear grace , As nature was in making graces dear , When she did starve the general world beside , And prodigally gave them all to you . Prin . Good lord Boyet , my beauty , though but mean , Needs not the painted flourish of your praise ...
... dear grace , As nature was in making graces dear , When she did starve the general world beside , And prodigally gave them all to you . Prin . Good lord Boyet , my beauty , though but mean , Needs not the painted flourish of your praise ...
Strana 137
... dear As precious eye - sight , and did value me Above this world ; adding thereto , moreover , That he would wed me , or else die my lover . Prin . God give thee joy of him ! the noble lord Most honourably doth uphold his word . King ...
... dear As precious eye - sight , and did value me Above this world ; adding thereto , moreover , That he would wed me , or else die my lover . Prin . God give thee joy of him ! the noble lord Most honourably doth uphold his word . King ...
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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.