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 90
... give me the chain : Both wind and tide stay for this gentleman , And I , to blame , have held him here too long . Ant . E. Good lord ! you use this dalliance , to excuse Your breach of promise to the Porcupine . I should have chid you ...
... give me the chain : Both wind and tide stay for this gentleman , And I , to blame , have held him here too long . Ant . E. Good lord ! you use this dalliance , to excuse Your breach of promise to the Porcupine . I should have chid you ...
الصفحة 92
... Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner , with it , when I sit ; driven out of doors with it , when Or for my diamond the chain you promised , And I'll be gone , sir , and not trouble you . Dro . S. Some devils ask but the parings of ...
... Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner , with it , when I sit ; driven out of doors with it , when Or for my diamond the chain you promised , And I'll be gone , sir , and not trouble you . Dro . S. Some devils ask but the parings of ...
الصفحة 110
... Give me this maid , your daughter ? Leon . As freely , son , as God did give her me . Claud . And what have I to give you back , whose worth May counterpoise this rich and precious gift ? D. Pedro . Nothing , unless you render her again ...
... Give me this maid , your daughter ? Leon . As freely , son , as God did give her me . Claud . And what have I to give you back , whose worth May counterpoise this rich and precious gift ? D. Pedro . Nothing , unless you render her again ...
الصفحة 113
... Give not me counsel ; Nor let no comforter delight mine ear , But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine : Bring me a father that so lov'd his child , Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine , And bid him speak to me of patience ...
... Give not me counsel ; Nor let no comforter delight mine ear , But such a one whose wrongs do suit with mine : Bring me a father that so lov'd his child , Whose joy of her is overwhelm'd like mine , And bid him speak to me of patience ...
الصفحة 120
... give a name to every fixed star , Have no more profit of their shining nights , Than those that walk , and wot not what they are . Too much to know is to know nought but fame ; And every godfather can give a name . King . How well he's ...
... give a name to every fixed star , Have no more profit of their shining nights , Than those that walk , and wot not what they are . Too much to know is to know nought but fame ; And every godfather can give a name . King . How well he's ...
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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.