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 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 10
... serve ! I'll bear him no more sticks , but follow thee , Thou wondrous man . Trin . A most ridiculous monster , to make a wonder of a poor drunkard ! Cal . I pr'ythee , let me bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will ...
... serve ! I'll bear him no more sticks , but follow thee , Thou wondrous man . Trin . A most ridiculous monster , to make a wonder of a poor drunkard ! Cal . I pr'ythee , let me bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will ...
الصفحة 11
... serve him , he is not valiant . Trin . Thou liest , most ignorant monster : I am in case to justle a constable . Why , thou debauched fish thou , was there ever man a coward , that hath drunk so much sack as I to - day ? Wilt thou tell ...
... serve him , he is not valiant . Trin . Thou liest , most ignorant monster : I am in case to justle a constable . Why , thou debauched fish thou , was there ever man a coward , that hath drunk so much sack as I to - day ? Wilt thou tell ...
الصفحة 28
... serve the turn ? Val . Ay , my good lord . Duke . Then , let me see thy cloak : I'll get me one of such another length . Val . Why , any cloak will serve the turn , my lord . Duke . How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ? I pray thee ...
... serve the turn ? Val . Ay , my good lord . Duke . Then , let me see thy cloak : I'll get me one of such another length . Val . Why , any cloak will serve the turn , my lord . Duke . How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ? I pray thee ...
الصفحة 52
... serve him ; she's as big as he is and there's her thrum'd hat , and her muffler too . - Run up , sir John . Mrs. Ford . Go , go , sweet sir John : mistress Page and I will look some linen for your head . Mrs. Page . Quick , quick : we ...
... serve him ; she's as big as he is and there's her thrum'd hat , and her muffler too . - Run up , sir John . Mrs. Ford . Go , go , sweet sir John : mistress Page and I will look some linen for your head . Mrs. Page . Quick , quick : we ...
الصفحة 57
... serve your turn ? Mrs. Page . I pray you come ; hold up the jest no higher.- Now , good sir John , how like you Windsor wives ? See you these , husband ? do not these fair yokes Become the forest better than the town ? Ford . Now , sir ...
... serve your turn ? Mrs. Page . I pray you come ; hold up the jest no higher.- Now , good sir John , how like you Windsor wives ? See you these , husband ? do not these fair yokes Become the forest better than the town ? Ford . Now , sir ...
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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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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.