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 páginas |
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Página 10
... I'll show thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; and I will kiss thy foot . I pr'ythee , be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster : when his god's asleep , he'll rob his bottle . Cal . I'll kiss thy foot : ...
... I'll show thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; and I will kiss thy foot . I pr'ythee , be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster : when his god's asleep , he'll rob his bottle . Cal . I'll kiss thy foot : ...
Página 11
... I'll yield him thee asleep , Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head . Ari . Thou liest ; thou canst not . Cal ... I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant , Whether you will or no . Fer ...
... I'll yield him thee asleep , Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head . Ari . Thou liest ; thou canst not . Cal ... I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant , Whether you will or no . Fer ...
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... I'll not show him Where the quick freshes are . Ste . Trinculo , run into no farther danger : interrupt the monster one word farther , and , by this hand , I'll turn my mercy out of doors , and make a stock - fish of thee . Trin . Why ...
... I'll not show him Where the quick freshes are . Ste . Trinculo , run into no farther danger : interrupt the monster one word farther , and , by this hand , I'll turn my mercy out of doors , and make a stock - fish of thee . Trin . Why ...
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... I'll break , their senses I'll restore , And they shall be themselves . Ari . I'll fetch them , sir . [ Exit . Pro . Ye elves of hills , brooks , standing lakes , and groves ; And ye , that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ...
... I'll break , their senses I'll restore , And they shall be themselves . Ari . I'll fetch them , sir . [ Exit . Pro . Ye elves of hills , brooks , standing lakes , and groves ; And ye , that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ...
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... I'll resolve you ( Which to you shall seem probable ) of every These happen'd accidents ; till when , be cheerful , And think of each thing well . - Come hither , spirit : [ Aside . Set Caliban and his companions free ; Untie the spell ...
... I'll resolve you ( Which to you shall seem probable ) of every These happen'd accidents ; till when , be cheerful , And think of each thing well . - Come hither , spirit : [ Aside . Set Caliban and his companions free ; Untie the spell ...
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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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Página 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.