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 85
... answer me ? Dro . S. What answer , sir ? when spake I such a word ? Ant . S. Even now , even here , not half an hour since . Dro . S. I did not see you since you sent me hence , Home to the Centaur , with the gold you gave me . Ant . S ...
... answer me ? Dro . S. What answer , sir ? when spake I such a word ? Ant . S. Even now , even here , not half an hour since . Dro . S. I did not see you since you sent me hence , Home to the Centaur , with the gold you gave me . Ant . S ...
Strana 87
... answer my good - will , and your good welcome here . Bal . I hold your dainties cheap , sir , and your wel- come dear . Ant . E. O , signior Balthazar ! either at flesh or fish , A table - full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish ...
... answer my good - will , and your good welcome here . Bal . I hold your dainties cheap , sir , and your wel- come dear . Ant . E. O , signior Balthazar ! either at flesh or fish , A table - full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish ...
Strana 90
... answer you ! what should I answer you ? Ang . The money that you owe me for the chain . Ant . E. I owe you none , till I receive the chain . Ang . You know , I gave it you half an hour since . Ant . E. You gave me none : you wrong me ...
... answer you ! what should I answer you ? Ang . The money that you owe me for the chain . Ant . E. I owe you none , till I receive the chain . Ang . You know , I gave it you half an hour since . Ant . E. You gave me none : you wrong me ...
Strana 101
... Answer , clerk . Bene . No more words : the clerk is answered . Urs . I know you well enough : you are signior Antonio . Ant . At a word , I am not . Urs . I know you by the waggling of your head . Ant . To tell you true , I counterfeit ...
... Answer , clerk . Bene . No more words : the clerk is answered . Urs . I know you well enough : you are signior Antonio . Ant . At a word , I am not . Urs . I know you by the waggling of your head . Ant . To tell you true , I counterfeit ...
Strana 102
... answer your saying , by my faith , you say honestly . D. Pedro . The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you : the ... answered her ; my very visor began to assume life , and scold with her . She told me , not thinking I had been myself ...
... answer your saying , by my faith , you say honestly . D. Pedro . The lady Beatrice hath a quarrel to you : the ... answered her ; my very visor began to assume life , and scold with her . She told me , not thinking I had been myself ...
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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.