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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... play , as thou say'st , were we heav'd thence ; But blessedly holp hither . Mira . O ! my heart bleeds To think o ... play'd , And him he play'd it for , he needs will be Absolute Milan . Me , poor man ! —my library Was dukedom large ...
... play , as thou say'st , were we heav'd thence ; But blessedly holp hither . Mira . O ! my heart bleeds To think o ... play'd , And him he play'd it for , he needs will be Absolute Milan . Me , poor man ! —my library Was dukedom large ...
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... play . Alon . If this prove A vision of the island , one dear son Shall I twice lose . Seb . A most high miracle ! Fer . Though the seas threaten they are merciful : I have curs'd them without cause . [ Kneels to ALON . Now , all the ...
... play . Alon . If this prove A vision of the island , one dear son Shall I twice lose . Seb . A most high miracle ! Fer . Though the seas threaten they are merciful : I have curs'd them without cause . [ Kneels to ALON . Now , all the ...
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... play but one thing ? Jul . I would always have one play but one thing . But , Host , doth this sir Proteus , that we talk on , Often resort unto this gentlewoman ? Host . I tell you what Launce , his man , told me , he lov'd her out of ...
... play but one thing ? Jul . I would always have one play but one thing . But , Host , doth this sir Proteus , that we talk on , Often resort unto this gentlewoman ? Host . I tell you what Launce , his man , told me , he lov'd her out of ...
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... play'd , Our youth got me to play the woman's part , And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown , Which served me as fit , by all men's judgments , As if the garment had been made for me : Therefore , I know she is about my height . And at ...
... play'd , Our youth got me to play the woman's part , And I was trimm'd in madam Julia's gown , Which served me as fit , by all men's judgments , As if the garment had been made for me : Therefore , I know she is about my height . And at ...
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... play ; go . Mrs. Page . He is a better scholar , than I thought he was . Eva . He is a good sprag memory . Farewell , mis- tress Page . Mrs. Page . Adieu , good sir Hugh . [ Exit Sir HUGH . ] Get you home , boy . - Come , we stay too ...
... play ; go . Mrs. Page . He is a better scholar , than I thought he was . Eva . He is a good sprag memory . Farewell , mis- tress Page . Mrs. Page . Adieu , good sir Hugh . [ Exit Sir HUGH . ] Get you home , boy . - Come , we stay too ...
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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.