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 97
... Leon . I learn in this letter , that Don Pedro of Ar- ragon comes this night to Messina . Gent . He is very near by this : he was not three leagues off when I left him . Leon . How many gentlemen have you lost in this action ? Gent ...
... Leon . I learn in this letter , that Don Pedro of Ar- ragon comes this night to Messina . Gent . He is very near by this : he was not three leagues off when I left him . Leon . How many gentlemen have you lost in this action ? Gent ...
Página 98
... Leon . You will never run mad , niece . Beat . No , not till a hot January . Gent . Don Pedro is approached . Enter Don PEDRO , JOHN , CLAUDIO , BENEDICK , BAL- THAZAR , and others . D. Pedro . Good signior Leonato , are you come to ...
... Leon . You will never run mad , niece . Beat . No , not till a hot January . Gent . Don Pedro is approached . Enter Don PEDRO , JOHN , CLAUDIO , BENEDICK , BAL- THAZAR , and others . D. Pedro . Good signior Leonato , are you come to ...
Página 99
... Leon . Hath the fellow any wit , that told you this ? Ant . A good sharp fellow : I will send for him , and question him yourself . Leon . No , no : we will hold it as a dream , till it appear itself ; but I will acquaint my daughter ...
... Leon . Hath the fellow any wit , that told you this ? Ant . A good sharp fellow : I will send for him , and question him yourself . Leon . No , no : we will hold it as a dream , till it appear itself ; but I will acquaint my daughter ...
Página 100
... Leon . Was not count John here at supper ? Ant . I saw him not . Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks : I never can see him , but I am heart - burned an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy disposition . Beat . He were an ...
... Leon . Was not count John here at supper ? Ant . I saw him not . Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks : I never can see him , but I am heart - burned an hour after . Hero . He is of a very melancholy disposition . Beat . He were an ...
Página 102
... Leon . Count , take of me my daughter , and with her my fortunes his grace hath made the match , and all grace say ... Leon . Niece , will you look to those things I told you of ? Beat . I cry you mercy , uncle . - By your grace's pardon ...
... Leon . Count , take of me my daughter , and with her my fortunes his grace hath made the match , and all grace say ... Leon . Niece , will you look to those things I told you of ? Beat . I cry you mercy , uncle . - By your grace's pardon ...
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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 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.
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.