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 2
... Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know ' Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro ...
... Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father . Mira . More to know ' Tis time Did never meddle with my thoughts . Pro ...
Pàgina 10
... art thou not drowned , Stephano ? I hope now , thou art not drowned . Is the storm overblown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? Stephano ! two Neapolitans ' scaped ...
... art thou not drowned , Stephano ? I hope now , thou art not drowned . Is the storm overblown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? Stephano ! two Neapolitans ' scaped ...
Pàgina 16
... thou think so , spirit ? Ari . Mine would , sir , were I buman . Pro . And mine shall . Hast thou , which art but air , a touch , a feeling Of their afflictions , and shall not myself , One of their kind , that relish all as sharply ...
... thou think so , spirit ? Ari . Mine would , sir , were I buman . Pro . And mine shall . Hast thou , which art but air , a touch , a feeling Of their afflictions , and shall not myself , One of their kind , that relish all as sharply ...
Pàgina 26
... thou shalt have five thousand welcomes . But , sirrah , how did thy master part with madam Julia ? Launce . Marry ... art thou ? I understand thee not . Launce . What a block art thou , that thou canst not . My staff understands me ...
... thou shalt have five thousand welcomes . But , sirrah , how did thy master part with madam Julia ? Launce . Marry ... art thou ? I understand thee not . Launce . What a block art thou , that thou canst not . My staff understands me ...
Pàgina 29
... thou art banish'd : O ! that is the news , From hence , from Silvia , and from me , thy friend . Val . O ! I have fed upon this woe already , And now excess of it will make me surfeit . Doth Silvia know that I am banished ? Pro . Ay ...
... thou art banish'd : O ! that is the news , From hence , from Silvia , and from me , thy friend . Val . O ! I have fed upon this woe already , And now excess of it will make me surfeit . Doth Silvia know that I am banished ? Pro . Ay ...
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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
Passatges populars
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.