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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... York . KING RICHARD THE SECOND . JOHN OF GAUNT , Duke of Lancaster . HENRY BOLINGBROKE , Duke of Hereford . DUKE OF AUMERLE , Son to the Duke of York . THOMAS MOWBRAY , Duke of Norfolk . DUKE OF SURREY . EARL OF SALISBURY . EARL BERKLEY ...
... York . KING RICHARD THE SECOND . JOHN OF GAUNT , Duke of Lancaster . HENRY BOLINGBROKE , Duke of Hereford . DUKE OF AUMERLE , Son to the Duke of York . THOMAS MOWBRAY , Duke of Norfolk . DUKE OF SURREY . EARL OF SALISBURY . EARL BERKLEY ...
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... York . Lo ! this is all - nay , yet depart not so ; Though this be all , do not so quickly go ; I shall remember more . Bid him - O ! what ? - With all good speed at Plashy visit me . Alack and what shall good old York there see , But ...
... York . Lo ! this is all - nay , yet depart not so ; Though this be all , do not so quickly go ; I shall remember more . Bid him - O ! what ? - With all good speed at Plashy visit me . Alack and what shall good old York there see , But ...
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... York . No ; it is stopp'd with other flattering sounds , As praises of his state : then , there are found Lascivious metres , to whose venom sound Gaunt . Will the king come , that I may breathe my The open ear of youth doth always ...
... York . No ; it is stopp'd with other flattering sounds , As praises of his state : then , there are found Lascivious metres , to whose venom sound Gaunt . Will the king come , that I may breathe my The open ear of youth doth always ...
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... York . The king is come : deal mildly with his youth ; For young hot colts , being urg'd , do rage the more . Queen . How fares our noble uncle , Lancaster ? K. Rich . What , comfort , man ! How is't with aged Gaunt ? Gaunt . O , how ...
... York . The king is come : deal mildly with his youth ; For young hot colts , being urg'd , do rage the more . Queen . How fares our noble uncle , Lancaster ? K. Rich . What , comfort , man ! How is't with aged Gaunt ? Gaunt . O , how ...
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... York is too far gone with grief , Or else he never would compare between . Willo . Tends that thou'dst speak , to the duke of Hereford ? If it be so , out with it boldly , man ; Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him . Ross . No ...
... York is too far gone with grief , Or else he never would compare between . Willo . Tends that thou'dst speak , to the duke of Hereford ? If it be so , out with it boldly , man ; Quick is mine ear to hear of good towards him . Ross . No ...
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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.