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 244
... noble scar , is a good livery of honour ; so , belike , is that . Clo . But it is your carbonadoed face . Laf . Let us go see your son , I pray you : I long to talk with the young noble soldier . Clo . ' Faith , there's a dozen of ' em ...
... noble scar , is a good livery of honour ; so , belike , is that . Clo . But it is your carbonadoed face . Laf . Let us go see your son , I pray you : I long to talk with the young noble soldier . Clo . ' Faith , there's a dozen of ' em ...
Strana 292
... noble , honour'd lord , is fear'd , and lov'd ? Flo . Most royal sir , from thence ; from him , whose daughter His tears proclaim'd his , parting with her thence ( A prosperous south - wind friendly ) we have cross'd , To execute the ...
... noble , honour'd lord , is fear'd , and lov'd ? Flo . Most royal sir , from thence ; from him , whose daughter His tears proclaim'd his , parting with her thence ( A prosperous south - wind friendly ) we have cross'd , To execute the ...
Strana 310
... noble mother ; and , as I hear , my lord , The lady Constance in a frenzy died Three days before : but this from rumour's tongue I idly heard ; if true , or false , I know not . K. John . Withhold thy speed , dreadful Occasion ! O ...
... noble mother ; and , as I hear , my lord , The lady Constance in a frenzy died Three days before : but this from rumour's tongue I idly heard ; if true , or false , I know not . K. John . Withhold thy speed , dreadful Occasion ! O ...
Strana 313
... noble temper dost thou show in this ; And great affections wrestling in thy bosom Do make an earthquake of nobility . O ! what a noble combat hast thou fought , Between compulsion , and a brave respect ! Let me wipe off this honourable ...
... noble temper dost thou show in this ; And great affections wrestling in thy bosom Do make an earthquake of nobility . O ! what a noble combat hast thou fought , Between compulsion , and a brave respect ! Let me wipe off this honourable ...
Strana 324
... noble Edward's sons , Of whom thy father , prince of Wales , was first : In war was never lion rag'd more fierce , In peace was never gentle lamb more mild , Than was that young and princely gentleman . His face thou hast , for even so ...
... noble Edward's sons , Of whom thy father , prince of Wales , was first : In war was never lion rag'd more fierce , In peace was never gentle lamb more mild , Than was that young and princely gentleman . His face thou hast , for even so ...
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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.