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 59
... doth thy history Fay unfold . Thyself and thy belongings Ae not thine own so proper , as to waste Trself upon thy virtues , them on thee . Heaven doth with us , as we with torches do , Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues ...
... doth thy history Fay unfold . Thyself and thy belongings Ae not thine own so proper , as to waste Trself upon thy virtues , them on thee . Heaven doth with us , as we with torches do , Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues ...
Pàgina 66
... doth goad us on will relent : He's coming ; I perceive't . Prov . [ Aside . ] Pray heaven , she win him ! Isab . You cannot weigh our brother with yourself : Great men may jest with saints : ' tis wit in them , But in the less foul ...
... doth goad us on will relent : He's coming ; I perceive't . Prov . [ Aside . ] Pray heaven , she win him ! Isab . You cannot weigh our brother with yourself : Great men may jest with saints : ' tis wit in them , But in the less foul ...
Pàgina 73
... doth command a little door , Which from the vineyard to the garden leads ; There have I made my promise upon the heavy Middle of the night to call upon him . Doth flourish the deceit . Come , let us go : Our corn's to reap , for yet our ...
... doth command a little door , Which from the vineyard to the garden leads ; There have I made my promise upon the heavy Middle of the night to call upon him . Doth flourish the deceit . Come , let us go : Our corn's to reap , for yet our ...
Pàgina 85
... doth burn , quoth I ; my gold , quoth he : Will you come , quoth I ? my gold , quoth he : Where is the thousand marks I gave thee , villain ? The pig , quoth I , is burn'd ; my gold , quoth he : My mistress , sir , quoth I ; hang up thy ...
... doth burn , quoth I ; my gold , quoth he : Will you come , quoth I ? my gold , quoth he : Where is the thousand marks I gave thee , villain ? The pig , quoth I , is burn'd ; my gold , quoth he : My mistress , sir , quoth I ; hang up thy ...
Pàgina 85
... doth burn , quoth I ; my gold , quoth he : Will you come , quoth I ? my gold , quoth he : Where is the thousand marks I gave thee , villain ? The pig , quoth I , is burn'd ; my gold , quoth he : My mistress , sir , quoth I ; hang up thy ...
... doth burn , quoth I ; my gold , quoth he : Will you come , quoth I ? my gold , quoth he : Where is the thousand marks I gave thee , villain ? The pig , quoth I , is burn'd ; my gold , quoth he : My mistress , sir , quoth I ; hang up thy ...
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The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1853 |
The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1853 |
The Plays of Shakespeare ; The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the ... William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1853 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Alençon arms art thou BARDOLPH better Biron blood Boyet brother Caius Claud Claudio cousin daughter death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff Farewell father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Host husband 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 Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir John sir John Falstaff sirrah Slen soul speak Suffolk swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue troth true unto villain What's wife wilt word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 172 - 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 47 - 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.