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 32
... Thou subtle , perjur'd , false , disloyal man ! Jul . [ Aside . ] ' Twere false , if I should speak it ; For , I am sure , she is not buried . Sil . Say , that she be ; yet Valentine , thy friend , Survives , to whom thyself art witness ...
... Thou subtle , perjur'd , false , disloyal man ! Jul . [ Aside . ] ' Twere false , if I should speak it ; For , I am sure , she is not buried . Sil . Say , that she be ; yet Valentine , thy friend , Survives , to whom thyself art witness ...
الصفحة 60
... Art thou sure of this ? SCENE II . - A Street . Enter Lucio and two Gentlemen . Lucio . If the duke , with the other dukes , come not to composition with the king of Hungary , why then , all the dukes fall upon the king . 1 Gent ...
... Art thou sure of this ? SCENE II . - A Street . Enter Lucio and two Gentlemen . Lucio . If the duke , with the other dukes , come not to composition with the king of Hungary , why then , all the dukes fall upon the king . 1 Gent ...
الصفحة 64
... thou liest thou liest , wicked varlet . The time is yet to come that she was ever respected with man , woman , or ... art to continue ; now , thou varlet , thou art to con- tinue . Escal . Where were you born , friend ? Froth . Here in ...
... thou liest thou liest , wicked varlet . The time is yet to come that she was ever respected with man , woman , or ... art to continue ; now , thou varlet , thou art to con- tinue . Escal . Where were you born , friend ? Froth . Here in ...
الصفحة 68
... thou art , Servile to all the skyey influences , That do this habitation , where thou keep'st , Hourly afflict . Merely , thou art death's fool ; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun , And yet run'st toward him still : thou art ...
... thou art , Servile to all the skyey influences , That do this habitation , where thou keep'st , Hourly afflict . Merely , thou art death's fool ; For him thou labour'st by thy flight to shun , And yet run'st toward him still : thou art ...
الصفحة 83
... thy hope by beneficial help . Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus ; Beg thou , or borrow , to make up the sum , And live ; if no , then thou art doom'd to die.- Jailor , now take him to thy custody . Jail . I will , my lord . Ege ...
... thy hope by beneficial help . Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus ; Beg thou , or borrow , to make up the sum , And live ; if no , then thou art doom'd to die.- Jailor , now take him to thy custody . Jail . I will , my lord . Ege ...
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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.