The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth-night. The winter's taleChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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Strana 166
... follow you . [ Exeunt Tranio , Pedant , and Baptista . Bion . Cambio , - Luc . What sayest thou , Biondello ? Bion . You saw my master wink and laugh upon you ? Luc . Biondello , what of that ? Bion . Faith , nothing ; but ' has left me ...
... follow you . [ Exeunt Tranio , Pedant , and Baptista . Bion . Cambio , - Luc . What sayest thou , Biondello ? Bion . You saw my master wink and laugh upon you ? Luc . Biondello , what of that ? Bion . Faith , nothing ; but ' has left me ...
Strana 173
... follow , to see the end of this ado . Pet . First kiss me , Kate , and we will . Kath . What , in the midst of the street ? Pet . What , art thou ashamed of me ? Kath . No , sir , God forbid ; but ashamed to kiss . Pet . Why , then ...
... follow , to see the end of this ado . Pet . First kiss me , Kate , and we will . Kath . What , in the midst of the street ? Pet . What , art thou ashamed of me ? Kath . No , sir , God forbid ; but ashamed to kiss . Pet . Why , then ...
Strana 189
... follows ; " I see no difficulty but a metrical one in the first folio reading . Petruchio tells Katharine that she is made to bear . Katharine retorts , ' If you mean to say that I am made to bear , I tell you that I am not made to bear ...
... follows ; " I see no difficulty but a metrical one in the first folio reading . Petruchio tells Katharine that she is made to bear . Katharine retorts , ' If you mean to say that I am made to bear , I tell you that I am not made to bear ...
Strana 199
... follows ; " I take for granted that ' expect is corrupt , as nobody has given a tolerable explanation of it . Imperatives seem to be out of place here . Bion- dello is telling Lucentio what is to happen . The phrase ' I cannot tell ...
... follows ; " I take for granted that ' expect is corrupt , as nobody has given a tolerable explanation of it . Imperatives seem to be out of place here . Bion- dello is telling Lucentio what is to happen . The phrase ' I cannot tell ...
Strana 201
... follows , this has been altered to " butt heads together well , " and to " butt heads well together . " P. 175. ( 170 ) The folio has " better . " P. 176. ( 171 ) " bitter " " for " The folio has " sir . " - Corrected in the second ...
... follows , this has been altered to " butt heads together well , " and to " butt heads well together . " P. 175. ( 170 ) The folio has " better . " P. 176. ( 171 ) " bitter " " for " The folio has " sir . " - Corrected in the second ...
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altered Antigonus Baptista Bertram Bianca Bion Biondello Bohemia brother Camillo Capell Collier's Corrector reads Count daughter doth Duke Enter Exam Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool gentleman give Grant White Grumio Hanmer hath hear heart heaven honour Hortensio Illyria Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Leon look lord Lucentio madam maid Malone Malvolio marry master mean mistress Narbon never Olivia Orlando Padua passage Petruchio play poor pray printed prithee Rosalind Rousillon SCENE second folio Shakespeare Shep Sicilia Signior Sir Andrew Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH speak speech Steevens swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing third folio thou art thou hast Tranio W. N. Lettsom Walker Walker's Crit wife Winter's Tale word
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Strana 352 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: — Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones. Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love Like the old age.
Strana 354 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. DuJce. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all...