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 77
... grace ! Duke . Many and hearty thankings to you both . We have made inquiry of you ; and we hear Such goodness of your justice , that our soul Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks , Forerunning more requital . Ang . You make my ...
... grace ! Duke . Many and hearty thankings to you both . We have made inquiry of you ; and we hear Such goodness of your justice , that our soul Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks , Forerunning more requital . Ang . You make my ...
Strana 78
... grace . Lucio . came to her from Claudio , and desir'd her To try her gracious fortune with lord Angelo , For her poor brother's pardon . Isab . That's he , indeed . Duke . You were not bid to speak . Lucio . No , my good lord ; Nor ...
... grace . Lucio . came to her from Claudio , and desir'd her To try her gracious fortune with lord Angelo , For her poor brother's pardon . Isab . That's he , indeed . Duke . You were not bid to speak . Lucio . No , my good lord ; Nor ...
Strana 80
... grace , like power divine , Hath look'd upon my passes . Then , good prince , No longer session hold upon my shame , But let my trial be mine own confession : Immediate sentence then , and sequent death , Is all the grace I beg . Duke ...
... grace , like power divine , Hath look'd upon my passes . Then , good prince , No longer session hold upon my shame , But let my trial be mine own confession : Immediate sentence then , and sequent death , Is all the grace I beg . Duke ...
Strana 94
... grace to come in person hither , And take perforce my husband from the abbess . Mer . By this , I think , the dial points at five : Anon , I'm sure , the duke himself in person Comes this way to the melancholy vale , The place of death ...
... grace to come in person hither , And take perforce my husband from the abbess . Mer . By this , I think , the dial points at five : Anon , I'm sure , the duke himself in person Comes this way to the melancholy vale , The place of death ...
Strana 98
... grace ; for trouble being gone , comfort should remain , but when you depart from me , sorrow abides , and happiness takes his leave . D. Pedro . You embrace your charge too willingly . I think , this is your daughter . Leon . Her ...
... grace ; for trouble being gone , comfort should remain , but when you depart from me , sorrow abides , and happiness takes his leave . D. Pedro . You embrace your charge too willingly . I think , this is your daughter . Leon . Her ...
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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.