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 117
... hand , A halting sonnet of his own pure brain , Fashion'd to Beatrice . Hero . And here's another , Writ in my cousin's hand , stol'n from her pocket , Containing her affection unto Benedick . Bene . A miracle ! here's our own hands ...
... hand , A halting sonnet of his own pure brain , Fashion'd to Beatrice . Hero . And here's another , Writ in my cousin's hand , stol'n from her pocket , Containing her affection unto Benedick . Bene . A miracle ! here's our own hands ...
Strana 128
... hand : i'faith , your hand is out . Cost . Indeed , a ' must shoot nearer , or he'll ne'er hit the clout . Boyet . An if my hand be out , then belike your hand is in . Cost . Then will she get the upshot by cleaving the pin . Mar. Come ...
... hand : i'faith , your hand is out . Cost . Indeed , a ' must shoot nearer , or he'll ne'er hit the clout . Boyet . An if my hand be out , then belike your hand is in . Cost . Then will she get the upshot by cleaving the pin . Mar. Come ...
Strana 159
... Hand in hand with fairy grace Will we sing , and bless this place . THE SONG . Now , until the break of day , Through this house each fairy stray . To the best bride - bed will we , Which by us shall blessed be ; And the issue there ...
... Hand in hand with fairy grace Will we sing , and bless this place . THE SONG . Now , until the break of day , Through this house each fairy stray . To the best bride - bed will we , Which by us shall blessed be ; And the issue there ...
Strana 164
... hand : So is Alcides beaten by his page ; And so may I , blind fortune leading me , Miss that which one unworthier ... hand at the next turn- ing , but at the next turning of all , on your left ; marry , at the very next turning , turn ...
... hand : So is Alcides beaten by his page ; And so may I , blind fortune leading me , Miss that which one unworthier ... hand at the next turn- ing , but at the next turning of all , on your left ; marry , at the very next turning , turn ...
Strana 166
... hand : in faith , ' tis a fair hand ; And whiter than the paper it writ on Is the fair hand that writ . Gra . Laun . By your leave , sir . Lor . Whither goest thou ? Love - news , in faith . Laun . Marry , sir , to bid my old master ...
... hand : in faith , ' tis a fair hand ; And whiter than the paper it writ on Is the fair hand that writ . Gra . Laun . By your leave , sir . Lor . Whither goest thou ? Love - news , in faith . Laun . Marry , sir , to bid my old master ...
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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.