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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... thousand thousand ! [. Alon . I heard nothing . Ant . O ! ' twas a din to fright a monster's ear , To make an earthquake : sure , it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions . Alon . Heard you this , Gonzalo ? Gon . Upon mine honour , sir ...
... thousand thousand ! [. Alon . I heard nothing . Ant . O ! ' twas a din to fright a monster's ear , To make an earthquake : sure , it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions . Alon . Heard you this , Gonzalo ? Gon . Upon mine honour , sir ...
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... thousand thousand ! [ Exeunt FER . Trin . I took him to be killed with a thunder - stroke . -But art thou not drowned , Stephano ? I hope now , thou art not drowned . Is the storm overblown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's ...
... thousand thousand ! [ Exeunt FER . Trin . I took him to be killed with a thunder - stroke . -But art thou not drowned , Stephano ? I hope now , thou art not drowned . Is the storm overblown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's ...
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... thousand thousand ! [ Exeunt FER . and MIR . thou bring me to the party ? Pro . So glad of this as they , I cannot be , Who are surpris'd with all ; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more . I'll to my book ; For yet , ere supper time ...
... thousand thousand ! [ Exeunt FER . and MIR . thou bring me to the party ? Pro . So glad of this as they , I cannot be , Who are surpris'd with all ; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more . I'll to my book ; For yet , ere supper time ...
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... thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices , That , if I then had wak'd after long sleep , Will make me sleep again : and then , in dreaming , The clouds , methought , would open , and show riches ...
... thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices , That , if I then had wak'd after long sleep , Will make me sleep again : and then , in dreaming , The clouds , methought , would open , and show riches ...
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... thousand times it answers no . [ Exeunt . SCENE I. - Milan . A Room in the DUKE'S Palace . Enter VALENTINE and SPEED . Speed . Sir , your glove . Val . Not mine ; my gloves are on . Speed . Why then this may be yours , for this is but ...
... thousand times it answers no . [ Exeunt . SCENE I. - Milan . A Room in the DUKE'S Palace . Enter VALENTINE and SPEED . Speed . Sir , your glove . Val . Not mine ; my gloves are on . Speed . Why then this may be yours , for this is but ...
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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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