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 60
... Exeunt . three days his head is to be chopped off . Lucio . But , after all this fooling , I would not have Art thou sure of this ? SCENE II . - A Street . Enter Lucio and two Gentlemen . Lucio . If the duke , with the other dukes ...
... Exeunt . three days his head is to be chopped off . Lucio . But , after all this fooling , I would not have Art thou sure of this ? SCENE II . - A Street . Enter Lucio and two Gentlemen . Lucio . If the duke , with the other dukes ...
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... Exeunt MARIANA and ISABELLA . Duke . O place and greatness ! millions of false eyes Are stuck upon thee . Volumes of report Ran with base , false and most contrarious quests Upon thy doings : thousand escapes of wit Make thee the father ...
... Exeunt MARIANA and ISABELLA . Duke . O place and greatness ! millions of false eyes Are stuck upon thee . Volumes of report Ran with base , false and most contrarious quests Upon thy doings : thousand escapes of wit Make thee the father ...
Página 93
... Exeunt PINCH and assistants with ANT . and DRO . Say now , whose suit is he arrested at ? Jail . One Angelo , a goldsmith ; do you know him ? Adr . I know the man . What is the sum he owes ? Jail . Two hundred ducats . Adr . Say , how ...
... Exeunt PINCH and assistants with ANT . and DRO . Say now , whose suit is he arrested at ? Jail . One Angelo , a goldsmith ; do you know him ? Adr . I know the man . What is the sum he owes ? Jail . Two hundred ducats . Adr . Say , how ...
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... Exeunt Duke , Abbess , ÆGEON , Courtezan , Merchant , ANGELO , and Attendants . Dro . S. Master , shall I fetch your stuff from ship- board ? Ant . E. Dromio , what stuff of mine hast thou em- barked ? Dro . S. Your goods , that lay at ...
... Exeunt Duke , Abbess , ÆGEON , Courtezan , Merchant , ANGELO , and Attendants . Dro . S. Master , shall I fetch your stuff from ship- board ? Ant . E. Dromio , what stuff of mine hast thou em- barked ? Dro . S. Your goods , that lay at ...
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... Exeunt Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO . Leon . Bring you these fellows on . We'll talk with Margaret , How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - LEONATO's Garden . Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET , meeting . Bene ...
... Exeunt Don PEDRO and CLAUDIO . Leon . Bring you these fellows on . We'll talk with Margaret , How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - LEONATO's Garden . Enter BENEDICK and MARGARET , meeting . Bene ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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.