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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... follow'd it , Or it hath drawn me rather : -but ' tis gone.- No , it begins again . ARIEL sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But ...
... follow'd it , Or it hath drawn me rather : -but ' tis gone.- No , it begins again . ARIEL sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But ...
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... Follow me.- Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor . - Come . I'll manacle thy neck and feet together ; Sea - water shalt thou drink , thy food shall be The fresh - brook muscles , wither'd roots , and husks Wherein the acorn cradled .
... Follow me.- Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor . - Come . I'll manacle thy neck and feet together ; Sea - water shalt thou drink , thy food shall be The fresh - brook muscles , wither'd roots , and husks Wherein the acorn cradled .
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... follow . - I would , I could see this taborer : he lays it on . Trin . Wilt come ? I'll follow , Stephano . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . — Another part of the Island . Enter ALONSO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , GONZALO , ADRIAN , FRANCISCO , and ...
... follow . - I would , I could see this taborer : he lays it on . Trin . Wilt come ? I'll follow , Stephano . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . — Another part of the Island . Enter ALONSO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , GONZALO , ADRIAN , FRANCISCO , and ...
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... follow them swiftly , And hinder them from what this ecstasy May now provoke them to . Adr . Follow , I pray you . ACT IV . Hast strangely stood the test : here , afore Heaven , Iratify this my rich gift . O Ferdinand ! Do not smile at ...
... follow them swiftly , And hinder them from what this ecstasy May now provoke them to . Adr . Follow , I pray you . ACT IV . Hast strangely stood the test : here , afore Heaven , Iratify this my rich gift . O Ferdinand ! Do not smile at ...
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... follow'd , through Tooth'd briers , sharp furzes , pricking gorse , and thorns , Which enter'd their frail skins : at last I left them I ' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell , There dancing up to the chins , that the foul lake O ...
... follow'd , through Tooth'd briers , sharp furzes , pricking gorse , and thorns , Which enter'd their frail skins : at last I left them I ' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell , There dancing up to the chins , that the foul lake O ...
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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.