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 143
... blood , Whether , if you yield not to your father's choice , You can endure the livery of a nun , For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd , To live a barren sister all your life , Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon . Thrice ...
... blood , Whether , if you yield not to your father's choice , You can endure the livery of a nun , For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd , To live a barren sister all your life , Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon . Thrice ...
Página 150
... blood , plunge in the deep , And kill me too . The sun was not so true unto the day , As he to me . Would he have stol'n away From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon , This whole earth may be bor'd , and that the moon May through ...
... blood , plunge in the deep , And kill me too . The sun was not so true unto the day , As he to me . Would he have stol'n away From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon , This whole earth may be bor'd , and that the moon May through ...
Página 169
... blood to rebel ! Salar . Out upon it , old carrion ! rebels it at these years ? Shy . I say , my daughter is my flesh and blood . Salar . There is more difference between thy flesh and hers , than between jet and ivory ; more between ...
... blood to rebel ! Salar . Out upon it , old carrion ! rebels it at these years ? Shy . I say , my daughter is my flesh and blood . Salar . There is more difference between thy flesh and hers , than between jet and ivory ; more between ...
Página 177
... blood ; The words expressly are , a pound of flesh : Take then thy bond , take thou thy pound of flesh ; But , in the cutting it , if thou dost shed One drop of Christian blood , thy lands and goods Are by the laws of Venice confiscate ...
... blood ; The words expressly are , a pound of flesh : Take then thy bond , take thou thy pound of flesh ; But , in the cutting it , if thou dost shed One drop of Christian blood , thy lands and goods Are by the laws of Venice confiscate ...
Página 205
... blood . Enter a Servant . Serv . Your honour's players , hearing your amend- ment , Are come to play a pleasant comedy ; For so your doctors hold it very meet , Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood , And melancholy is the ...
... blood . Enter a Servant . Serv . Your honour's players , hearing your amend- ment , Are come to play a pleasant comedy ; For so your doctors hold it very meet , Seeing too much sadness hath congeal'd your blood , And melancholy is the ...
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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.