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Pàgina 4
There are four early quarto editions in 1597 , 1599 , 1609 , and one without a
date . The variations of any consequence are marked in the margin , quarto A , B ,
C , and D . And as many passages are omitted in the quarto 1597 , I have ...
There are four early quarto editions in 1597 , 1599 , 1609 , and one without a
date . The variations of any consequence are marked in the margin , quarto A , B ,
C , and D . And as many passages are omitted in the quarto 1597 , I have ...
Pàgina 7
Quarto A , lle carrie no coales ; and Quarto A , No , for if you doe you should be a
collier . : - we ' ll not carry coals . ] Dr . Warburton very justly observes , that this
was a phrase formerly in use to signify the bearing injuries ; but , as he has given
...
Quarto A , lle carrie no coales ; and Quarto A , No , for if you doe you should be a
collier . : - we ' ll not carry coals . ] Dr . Warburton very justly observes , that this
was a phrase formerly in use to signify the bearing injuries ; but , as he has given
...
Pàgina 8
True ; and therefore women , being the weaker vessels , are ever thrust to the
wall : - therefore I will push Montague ' s men from the wall , and thrust his maids
to the wall . * Quarto A , If I be in choler Ile draw . + Quarto A , Thou ' t run away .
True ; and therefore women , being the weaker vessels , are ever thrust to the
wall : - therefore I will push Montague ' s men from the wall , and thrust his maids
to the wall . * Quarto A , If I be in choler Ile draw . + Quarto A , Thou ' t run away .
Pàgina 9
Quarto A , the . † Quarto A , Thou shalt see I am a ball . 3 - Cruel with the maids ; ]
The first folio reads - civil with the maids . Johnson . So does the quarto 1599 ; but
the word is written ciuill . It was manifestly an error of the press . The first copy ...
Quarto A , the . † Quarto A , Thou shalt see I am a ball . 3 - Cruel with the maids ; ]
The first folio reads - civil with the maids . Johnson . So does the quarto 1599 ; but
the word is written ciuill . It was manifestly an error of the press . The first copy ...
Pàgina 11
( ID ) Sam . Yes , better , sir f . ABR . You lie . SAM . Draw , if you be men . - .
Gregory , remember thy swashing * blow ' . They fight . * Quarto A , say I . + Folio
omits sir . | Folio , and quarto A , B , washing . which is disgrace enough if they
suffer it .
( ID ) Sam . Yes , better , sir f . ABR . You lie . SAM . Draw , if you be men . - .
Gregory , remember thy swashing * blow ' . They fight . * Quarto A , say I . + Folio
omits sir . | Folio , and quarto A , B , washing . which is disgrace enough if they
suffer it .
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 380 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Pàgina 52 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; The traces, of the smallest spider's web; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams; Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film ; Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers And in this state she gallops night...
Pàgina 66 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this ; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Pàgina 242 - O ! here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
Pàgina 77 - tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Pàgina 84 - O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
Pàgina 78 - O ! speak again, bright angel ; for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals, that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Pàgina 161 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Pàgina 56 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Pàgina 409 - And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school ; and then the lover, • Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress...