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
... soul Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks , Forerunning more requital . Ang . You make my bonds still greater . Duke . O ! your desert speaks loud ; and I should wrong it , To lock it in the wards of covert bosom , When it ...
... soul Cannot but yield you forth to public thanks , Forerunning more requital . Ang . You make my bonds still greater . Duke . O ! your desert speaks loud ; and I should wrong it , To lock it in the wards of covert bosom , When it ...
Strana 83
... soul ! seeming as burdened With lesser weight , but not with lesser woe , Was carried with more speed before the wind , And in our sight they three were taken up By fishermen of Corinth , as we thought . At length another ship had ...
... soul ! seeming as burdened With lesser weight , but not with lesser woe , Was carried with more speed before the wind , And in our sight they three were taken up By fishermen of Corinth , as we thought . At length another ship had ...
Strana 84
... Soul - killing witches that deform the body , Disguised cheaters , prating mountebanks , And many such like libertines of sin : If it prove so , I will be gone the sooner . I'll to the Centaur , to go seek this slave : I greatly fear ...
... Soul - killing witches that deform the body , Disguised cheaters , prating mountebanks , And many such like libertines of sin : If it prove so , I will be gone the sooner . I'll to the Centaur , to go seek this slave : I greatly fear ...
Strana 110
... soul Give me this maid , your daughter ? Leon . As freely , son , as God did give her me . Claud . And what have I to give you back , whose worth May counterpoise this rich and precious gift ? D. Pedro . Nothing , unless you render her ...
... soul Give me this maid , your daughter ? Leon . As freely , son , as God did give her me . Claud . And what have I to give you back , whose worth May counterpoise this rich and precious gift ? D. Pedro . Nothing , unless you render her ...
Strana 111
... soul - tainted flesh ! Bene . Sir , sir , be patient . For my part , I am so attir'd in wonder , I know not what to say . Beat . O , on my soul , my cousin is belied ! Bene . Lady , were you her bedfellow last night ? Beat . No , truly ...
... soul - tainted flesh ! Bene . Sir , sir , be patient . For my part , I am so attir'd in wonder , I know not what to say . Beat . O , on my soul , my cousin is belied ! Bene . Lady , were you her bedfellow last night ? Beat . No , truly ...
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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.