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 141
... leave . [ To the KING . King . No , madam ; we will bring you on your way . Biron . Our wooing doth not end like an old play ; Jack hath not Jill : these ladies ' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy . King . Come , sir , it ...
... leave . [ To the KING . King . No , madam ; we will bring you on your way . Biron . Our wooing doth not end like an old play ; Jack hath not Jill : these ladies ' courtesy Might well have made our sport a comedy . King . Come , sir , it ...
Strana 146
... leave you your power to draw , And I shall have no power to follow you . Dem . Do I entice you ? Do I speak you fair ? Or , rather , do I not in plainest truth Tell you I do not , nor I cannot love you ? Hel . And even for that do I ...
... leave you your power to draw , And I shall have no power to follow you . Dem . Do I entice you ? Do I speak you fair ? Or , rather , do I not in plainest truth Tell you I do not , nor I cannot love you ? Hel . And even for that do I ...
Strana 148
... leave me ? do not so . Dem . Stay , on thy peril : I alone will go . [ Exit DEMETRIUS . Hel . O ! I am out of breath in this fond chase . The more my prayer , the lesser is my grace . Happy is Hermia , wheresoe'er she lies , For she ...
... leave me ? do not so . Dem . Stay , on thy peril : I alone will go . [ Exit DEMETRIUS . Hel . O ! I am out of breath in this fond chase . The more my prayer , the lesser is my grace . Happy is Hermia , wheresoe'er she lies , For she ...
Strana 165
... leave a rich Jew's service , to become The follower of so poor a gentleman . Laun . The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you , sir : you have the grace of God , sir , and he hath enough . Bass . Thou speak ...
... leave a rich Jew's service , to become The follower of so poor a gentleman . Laun . The old proverb is very well parted between my master Shylock and you , sir : you have the grace of God , sir , and he hath enough . Bass . Thou speak ...
Strana 166
... leave my father so : Our house is hell , and thou , a merry devil , Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness . But fare thee well ; there is a ducat for thee . And , Launcelot , soon at supper shalt thou see Lorenzo , who is thy new ...
... leave my father so : Our house is hell , and thou , a merry devil , Didst rob it of some taste of tediousness . But fare thee well ; there is a ducat for thee . And , Launcelot , soon at supper shalt thou see Lorenzo , who is thy new ...
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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.