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 44
... woman leads an ill life with him ; he's a very jealousy man ; she leads a very frampold life with him , good heart . Fal . Ten and eleven . - Woman , commend me to her ; I will not fail her . Quick . Why , you say well . But I have ...
... woman leads an ill life with him ; he's a very jealousy man ; she leads a very frampold life with him , good heart . Fal . Ten and eleven . - Woman , commend me to her ; I will not fail her . Quick . Why , you say well . But I have ...
Strana 48
... woman .-— Enter Mistress PAGE and ROBIN . What's the matter ? how now ! Mrs. Page . O mistress Ford ! what have you done ? You're shamed , you are overthrown , you're undone for ever . Mrs. Ford . What's the matter , good mistress Page ...
... woman .-— Enter Mistress PAGE and ROBIN . What's the matter ? how now ! Mrs. Page . O mistress Ford ! what have you done ? You're shamed , you are overthrown , you're undone for ever . Mrs. Ford . What's the matter , good mistress Page ...
Strana 50
... woman in Gloucestershire . Shal . He will maintain you like a gentlewoman . Slen . Ay , that I will , come cut and long - tail , under the degree of a ' squire . Shal . He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure . Anne . Good ...
... woman in Gloucestershire . Shal . He will maintain you like a gentlewoman . Slen . Ay , that I will , come cut and long - tail , under the degree of a ' squire . Shal . He will make you a hundred and fifty pounds jointure . Anne . Good ...
Strana 52
... woman , your husband is in his old lunes again he so takes on yonder with my husband ; so rails against all married mankind ; so curses all Eve's daughters , of what complexion soever ; and so buffets himself on the forehead , crying ...
... woman , your husband is in his old lunes again he so takes on yonder with my husband ; so rails against all married mankind ; so curses all Eve's daughters , of what complexion soever ; and so buffets himself on the forehead , crying ...
Strana 53
... woman , down ; my husband will come into the chamber . Ford . Old woman ! What old woman's that ? Mrs. Ford . Why , it is my maid's aunt of Brent- ford . Ford . A witch , a quean , an old cozening quean ! Have I not forbid her my house ...
... woman , down ; my husband will come into the chamber . Ford . Old woman ! What old woman's that ? Mrs. Ford . Why , it is my maid's aunt of Brent- ford . Ford . A witch , a quean , an old cozening quean ! Have I not forbid her my house ...
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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.