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 pàgines |
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Pàgina 20
... better ; No , not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter ; And being so hard to me that brought to her your mind , I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling you her mind . Give her no token but stones , for she's as hard as ...
... better ; No , not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter ; And being so hard to me that brought to her your mind , I fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling you her mind . Give her no token but stones , for she's as hard as ...
Pàgina 23
... better , That my master , being scribe , to himself should write the letter ? Val . How now , sir ! what , are you reasoning with yourself ? Speed . Nay , I was rhyming : ' tis you that have the reason . Val . To do what ? Speed . To be ...
... better , That my master , being scribe , to himself should write the letter ? Val . How now , sir ! what , are you reasoning with yourself ? Speed . Nay , I was rhyming : ' tis you that have the reason . Val . To do what ? Speed . To be ...
Pàgina 26
... better . Fie , fie , unreverend tongue ! to call her bad , Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd With twenty thousand soul - confirming oaths . I cannot leave to love , and yet I do ; But there I leave to love , where I should ...
... better . Fie , fie , unreverend tongue ! to call her bad , Whose sovereignty so oft thou hast preferr'd With twenty thousand soul - confirming oaths . I cannot leave to love , and yet I do ; But there I leave to love , where I should ...
Pàgina 30
... better to confer with thee . and cannot be ta'en from her . Speed . Item , " She hath no teeth . " Launce . I care not for that neither , because I love crusts . Speed . Item , " She is curst . " Launce . Well ; the best is , she hath ...
... better to confer with thee . and cannot be ta'en from her . Speed . Item , " She hath no teeth . " Launce . I care not for that neither , because I love crusts . Speed . Item , " She is curst . " Launce . Well ; the best is , she hath ...
Pàgina 35
... better , indeed , when you hold your peace . Thu. What says she to my valour ? Pro . O , sir ! she makes no doubt of that . [ Aside . Jul . She needs not , when she knows it cowardice . Thu. What says she to my birth ? Pro . That you ...
... better , indeed , when you hold your peace . Thu. What says she to my valour ? Pro . O , sir ! she makes no doubt of that . [ Aside . Jul . She needs not , when she knows it cowardice . Thu. What says she to my birth ? Pro . That you ...
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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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Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.