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 39
... thank you as much as though I did . Anne . I pray you , sir , walk in . Slen . I had rather walk here , I thank you . I bruised my shin the other day with playing at sword and dagger | with a master of fence , ( three veneys for a dish ...
... thank you as much as though I did . Anne . I pray you , sir , walk in . Slen . I had rather walk here , I thank you . I bruised my shin the other day with playing at sword and dagger | with a master of fence , ( three veneys for a dish ...
Strana 44
... thanks you a thousand times ; and she gives you to notify , that her husband will be absence from his house between ... thank thee : let them say , ' tis grossly done ; so it be fairly done , no matter . Enter BARDOLPH . Bard . Sir John ...
... thanks you a thousand times ; and she gives you to notify , that her husband will be absence from his house between ... thank thee : let them say , ' tis grossly done ; so it be fairly done , no matter . Enter BARDOLPH . Bard . Sir John ...
Strana 50
... thank you for it ; I thank you for that good comfort . She calls you , coz : I'll leave you . [ Stands back . Anne . Now , master Slender . Slen . Now , good mistress Anne . Anne . What is your will ? Slen . My will ? od's heartlings ...
... thank you for it ; I thank you for that good comfort . She calls you , coz : I'll leave you . [ Stands back . Anne . Now , master Slender . Slen . Now , good mistress Anne . Anne . What is your will ? Slen . My will ? od's heartlings ...
Strana 62
... thanks . He hath got his friend with child . Isab . Sir , make me not your scorn . Lucio . ' Tis true . I would not ... thank you : Commend me to my brother ; soon at night I'll send him certain word of my success . Lucio . I take my ...
... thanks . He hath got his friend with child . Isab . Sir , make me not your scorn . Lucio . ' Tis true . I would not ... thank you : Commend me to my brother ; soon at night I'll send him certain word of my success . Lucio . I take my ...
Strana 64
... thank your good worship for it . What is't your worship's pleasure I shall do with this wicked caitiff ? Escal . Truly , officer , because he hath some offences in him , that thou wouldst discover if thou couldst , let him continue in ...
... thank your good worship for it . What is't your worship's pleasure I shall do with this wicked caitiff ? Escal . Truly , officer , because he hath some offences in him , that thou wouldst discover if thou couldst , let him continue in ...
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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.