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 79
... face . Mari . My husband bids me ; now I will unmask . This is that face , thou cruel Angelo , [ Unveiling . Which once , thou swor'st , was worth the looking on : This is the hand , which , with a vow'd contract , Was fast belock'd in ...
... face . Mari . My husband bids me ; now I will unmask . This is that face , thou cruel Angelo , [ Unveiling . Which once , thou swor'st , was worth the looking on : This is the hand , which , with a vow'd contract , Was fast belock'd in ...
الصفحة 87
... face for a name , or thy name for a face . Luce . [ Within . ] What a coil is there , Dromio : who are those at the gate ? Dro . E. Let my master in , Luce . Luce . And so tell your master . Dro . E. Faith no ; he comes too late ; O ...
... face for a name , or thy name for a face . Luce . [ Within . ] What a coil is there , Dromio : who are those at the gate ? Dro . E. Let my master in , Luce . Luce . And so tell your master . Dro . E. Faith no ; he comes too late ; O ...
الصفحة 95
... face , and to disfigure you . [ Cry within . Hark , hark , I hear him , mistress : fly , be gone . Duke . Come , stand by me ; fear nothing . with halberds ! Guard Adr . Ah me , it is my husband ! Witness you , That he is borne about ...
... face , and to disfigure you . [ Cry within . Hark , hark , I hear him , mistress : fly , be gone . Duke . Come , stand by me ; fear nothing . with halberds ! Guard Adr . Ah me , it is my husband ! Witness you , That he is borne about ...
الصفحة 98
... face . Beat . Scratching could not make it worse , an ' twere such a face as yours . Bene . Well , you are a rare parrot - teacher . Beat . A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours . Bene . I would , my horse had the speed of ...
... face . Beat . Scratching could not make it worse , an ' twere such a face as yours . Bene . Well , you are a rare parrot - teacher . Beat . A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours . Bene . I would , my horse had the speed of ...
الصفحة 100
... face , - Beat . With a good leg , and a good foot , uncle , and money enough in his purse , such a man would win any woman in the world , -if a ' could get her good will . Leon . By my troth , niece , thou wilt never get thee a husband ...
... face , - Beat . With a good leg , and a good foot , uncle , and money enough in his purse , such a man would win any woman in the world , -if a ' could get her good will . Leon . By my troth , niece , thou wilt never get thee a husband ...
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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.