 A' made a finer end and went away an it had been any christom child; a' parted even just between twelve and one, even at the turning o' the tide: for after I saw him fumble with the sheets and play with flowers and smile upon his fingers...  Papers of the Manchester Literary Club - Pàgina 47per Manchester Literary Club - 1880Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | William Shakespeare - 1778 - 588 pàgines
...turning o'clie tide : for after I faw him s fumble with the ihcets, and play with flowers, and fmile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ' ; + for his nofe was as marp as a pen, this defcriptkm in the regjfter of natcham, Berks, 1605. [Hearne's Append,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1780 - 336 pàgines
...turning of the tide ; for after I law him fumble with the fheets, and play with flowers, and fmile upon his fingers ends, I knew there was but one way, for his nofe was as ftmrp.as a pen.. How now, Sir Jokn, quoth I; what, man ! be of good cheer, fo a cried out,... | |
 | SEVERAL HANDS - 1786 - 602 pàgines
...Sir John Falftaff, fays : After I faw him fumble with the flieets, and play with flowers, and fmile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nofe was as (harp as a pen, and a table of green fields,' Henry V. Aâ II. Se. 3. Now hear our Critics... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1787 - 494 pàgines
...turning o' the tide : for after J faw him fumble with the {heets, and play with flowers, and fmile upon his fingers ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nofe was as fharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John ? quoth I : what, man... | |
 | Samuel Felton - 1787 - 400 pàgines
...turning 'o the tide : for after I faw him fumble with the Iheets, and play with flowers, and fmile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nofe was as fliarp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, Sir John ? qoth I : what, man... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 694 pàgines
...tUs o'the tide : * for after I fa«f him fumble with the fheets,* and play with flowers, and fmile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ;+ for his nofc was as (harp .as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields.1 How now, fir John ? quoth the year 1716.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1797 - 592 pàgines
...at turning o'the tide : for after I faw him fumble with the meets, and play with flowers, and fmile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nofe was as fharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, fir John ? quoth I : what, man... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 442 pàgines
...at turning o' the tide: for after I faw him fumble with the Iheets, and play with flowers, and fmile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his noie was as fharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, fir John ? quoth I : what, man... | |
 | James Thomas Kirkman - 1799 - 510 pàgines
...turning o' the " tide : for after I faw him fumble with the " fheets, and play with flowers, and fmile " upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was " but one way ; for his nofe was as fharp as " a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. " How now, Sir John ? quoth I : what,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 372 pàgines
...turning o'the tide : for after I faw him fumble with the flieets, and play with flowers, and fmile upon his fingers' ends, I knew there was but one way ; for his nofe was as Iharpas a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, fir John ? quoth I : what, man... | |
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