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 80
... death , Which I did think with slower foot came on , That brain'd my purpose : but all peace be with him ! That life is better life , past fearing death , Than that which lives to fear . Make it your comfort , So happy is your brother ...
... death , Which I did think with slower foot came on , That brain'd my purpose : but all peace be with him ! That life is better life , past fearing death , Than that which lives to fear . Make it your comfort , So happy is your brother ...
Strana 82
... death end woes and all . Duke . Merchant of Syracusa , plead no more . I am not partial , to infringe our laws : The enmity and discord , which of late Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your duke To merchants , our well - dealing ...
... death end woes and all . Duke . Merchant of Syracusa , plead no more . I am not partial , to infringe our laws : The enmity and discord , which of late Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your duke To merchants , our well - dealing ...
Strana 114
... death by villains , That dare as well answer a man , indeed , As I dare take a serpent by the tongue . Boys , apes , braggarts , Jacks , milksops ! — Leon . Bene . It is in my scabbard : shall I draw it ? D. Pedro . Dost thou wear thy ...
... death by villains , That dare as well answer a man , indeed , As I dare take a serpent by the tongue . Boys , apes , braggarts , Jacks , milksops ! — Leon . Bene . It is in my scabbard : shall I draw it ? D. Pedro . Dost thou wear thy ...
Strana 116
... death by slanderous tongues Was the Hero that here lies : Death , in guerdon of her wrongs , Gives her fame which never dies . So the life , that died with shame , Lives in death with glorious fame . Hang thou there upon the tomb ...
... death by slanderous tongues Was the Hero that here lies : Death , in guerdon of her wrongs , Gives her fame which never dies . So the life , that died with shame , Lives in death with glorious fame . Hang thou there upon the tomb ...
Strana 143
... death , or to abjure For ever the society of men . Therefore , fair Hermia , question your desires ; Know of your youth , examine well your blood , Whether , if you yield not to your father's choice , You can endure the livery of a nun ...
... death , or to abjure For ever the society of men . Therefore , fair Hermia , question your desires ; Know of your youth , examine well your blood , Whether , if you yield not to your father's choice , You can endure the livery of a nun ...
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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.