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 68
... thou art . Ang . Who will believe thee , Isabel ? My unsoil'd name , the austereness of my life , May vouch against ... hast not , still thou striv'st to get , And what thou hast forget'st . Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion ...
... thou art . Ang . Who will believe thee , Isabel ? My unsoil'd name , the austereness of my life , May vouch against ... hast not , still thou striv'st to get , And what thou hast forget'st . Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion ...
Strana 84
... thee ? Dro . E. To me , sir ? why you gave no gold to me . Ant . S. Come on , sir knave ; have done your fool- ishness , And tell me how thou hast dispos'd thy charge . Dro . E. My charge was but to fetch you from the mart Home to your ...
... thee ? Dro . E. To me , sir ? why you gave no gold to me . Ant . S. Come on , sir knave ; have done your fool- ishness , And tell me how thou hast dispos'd thy charge . Dro . E. My charge was but to fetch you from the mart Home to your ...
Strana 87
... Thou drunkard , thou , what did'st thou mean by this ? Dro . E. Say what you will , sir ; but I know what I know ... hast stolen both mine office and my name : The one ne'er got me credit , the other mickle blame . If thou had'st been ...
... Thou drunkard , thou , what did'st thou mean by this ? Dro . E. Say what you will , sir ; but I know what I know ... hast stolen both mine office and my name : The one ne'er got me credit , the other mickle blame . If thou had'st been ...
Strana 113
... thou wilt be condemned into ever- lasting redemption for this . Sexton . What else ? 2 Watch . This is all . Sexton ... hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me , That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by , And with grey hairs , and bruise of ...
... thou wilt be condemned into ever- lasting redemption for this . Sexton . What else ? 2 Watch . This is all . Sexton ... hast so wrong'd mine innocent child and me , That I am forc'd to lay my reverence by , And with grey hairs , and bruise of ...
Strana 114
... Thou hast kill'd my child : If thou kill'st me , boy , thou shalt kill a man . Ant . He shall kill two of us , and men indeed : But that's no matter ; let him kill one first : - Win me and wear me , -let him answer me.- Come , follow me ...
... Thou hast kill'd my child : If thou kill'st me , boy , thou shalt kill a man . Ant . He shall kill two of us , and men indeed : But that's no matter ; let him kill one first : - Win me and wear me , -let him answer me.- Come , follow me ...
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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.