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 - 884 Seiten |
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... Ford , & c . SCENE , Windsor ; and the Parts adjacent . ACT I. Page ? and I thank you always with my heart. Sir JOHN FALSTAFF . FENTON . SHALLOW , a Country Justice . SLENDER , Cousin to Shallow . BARDOLPH , FORD , Two Gentlemen dwelling ...
... Ford , & c . SCENE , Windsor ; and the Parts adjacent . ACT I. Page ? and I thank you always with my heart. Sir JOHN FALSTAFF . FENTON . SHALLOW , a Country Justice . SLENDER , Cousin to Shallow . BARDOLPH , FORD , Two Gentlemen dwelling ...
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... Ford ! Fal . Mistress Ford , by my troth , you are very well met : by your leave , good mistress . [ Kissing her . Page . Wife , bid these gentlemen welcome . - Come , we have a hot venison pasty to dinner : come , gentle- men , I hope ...
... Ford ! Fal . Mistress Ford , by my troth , you are very well met : by your leave , good mistress . [ Kissing her . Page . Wife , bid these gentlemen welcome . - Come , we have a hot venison pasty to dinner : come , gentle- men , I hope ...
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... Ford of this town ? Pist . I ken the wight : he is of substance good . Fal . My honest lads , I will tell you what I am about . Pist . Two yards , and more . Fal . No quips now , Pistol . Indeed I am in the waist two yards about ; but I ...
... Ford of this town ? Pist . I ken the wight : he is of substance good . Fal . My honest lads , I will tell you what I am about . Pist . Two yards , and more . Fal . No quips now , Pistol . Indeed I am in the waist two yards about ; but I ...
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... FORD . Mrs. Ford . Mistress Page ! trust me , I was going to your house . Mrs. Page . And , trust me , I was coming to you . You look very ill . Mrs. Ford . Nay , I'll ne'er believe that : I have to show to the contrary . Mrs. Page ...
... FORD . Mrs. Ford . Mistress Page ! trust me , I was going to your house . Mrs. Page . And , trust me , I was coming to you . You look very ill . Mrs. Ford . Nay , I'll ne'er believe that : I have to show to the contrary . Mrs. Page ...
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... Ford . Were they his men ? Page . Marry , were they . Ford . I like it never the better for that . - Does he lie at the Garter ? Page . Ay , marry , does he . If he should intend this voyage towards my wife , I would turn her loose to ...
... Ford . Were they his men ? Page . Marry , were they . Ford . I like it never the better for that . - Does he lie at the Garter ? Page . Ay , marry , does he . If he should intend this voyage towards my wife , I would turn her loose to ...
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 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.