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 53
... Heaven guide him to thy husband's cudgel , and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards ! Mrs. Ford . But is my husband coming ? Mrs. Page . Ay , in good sadness , is he ; and talks of the basket too , howsoever he hath had intelligence ...
... Heaven guide him to thy husband's cudgel , and the devil guide his cudgel afterwards ! Mrs. Ford . But is my husband coming ? Mrs. Page . Ay , in good sadness , is he ; and talks of the basket too , howsoever he hath had intelligence ...
Strana 58
... heavens themselves do guide the state : Money buys lands , and wives are sold by fate . Fal . I am glad , though you ... Heaven give you many , many merry days.— Good husband , let us every one go home , And laugh this sport o'er by a ...
... heavens themselves do guide the state : Money buys lands , and wives are sold by fate . Fal . I am glad , though you ... Heaven give you many , many merry days.— Good husband , let us every one go home , And laugh this sport o'er by a ...
Strana 63
... heaven , is an honest to my wife . SCENE IV . - A Room in ANGELO'S House . Another thing to fall . I not deny , The jury , passing on a prisoner's life , May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try : what's ...
... heaven , is an honest to my wife . SCENE IV . - A Room in ANGELO'S House . Another thing to fall . I not deny , The jury , passing on a prisoner's life , May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try : what's ...
Strana 65
... Heaven give thee moving graces ! Ang . Condemn the fault , and not the actor of it ? Why , every fault's condemn'd ere it be done . Mine were the very cipher of a function , To fine the faults , whose fine stands in record , And let go ...
... Heaven give thee moving graces ! Ang . Condemn the fault , and not the actor of it ? Why , every fault's condemn'd ere it be done . Mine were the very cipher of a function , To fine the faults , whose fine stands in record , And let go ...
Strana 66
... heaven , As make the angels weep ; who , with our spleens , Would all themselves laugh mortal . Lucio . [ To ISAB . ] O , to him , to him , wench ! will relent : He's coming ; I perceive't . Prov . He [ Aside . ] Pray heaven , she win ...
... heaven , As make the angels weep ; who , with our spleens , Would all themselves laugh mortal . Lucio . [ To ISAB . ] O , to him , to him , wench ! will relent : He's coming ; I perceive't . Prov . He [ Aside . ] Pray heaven , she win ...
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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.