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 122
... doth amount to one more than two . Moth . Which the base vulgar do call three . Arm . True . Moth . Why , sir , is this such a piece of study ? Now , here is three studied ere you'll thrice wink ; and how easy it is to put years to the ...
... doth amount to one more than two . Moth . Which the base vulgar do call three . Arm . True . Moth . Why , sir , is this such a piece of study ? Now , here is three studied ere you'll thrice wink ; and how easy it is to put years to the ...
Página 129
... doth of Venice : -Venegia , Venegia , Chi non te vede , non te pregia . I Old Mantuan ! old Mantuan ! Who understandeth thee not , loves thee not . - Ut , re , sol , la , mi , fa.— Under pardon , sir , what are the contents ? or ...
... doth of Venice : -Venegia , Venegia , Chi non te vede , non te pregia . I Old Mantuan ! old Mantuan ! Who understandeth thee not , loves thee not . - Ut , re , sol , la , mi , fa.— Under pardon , sir , what are the contents ? or ...
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... doth seek . Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues , - Fie , painted rhetoric ! O ! she needs it not : To things of sale a seller's praise belongs ; She passes praise ; then praise too short doth blot . A wither'd hermit , five ...
... doth seek . Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues , - Fie , painted rhetoric ! O ! she needs it not : To things of sale a seller's praise belongs ; She passes praise ; then praise too short doth blot . A wither'd hermit , five ...
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... doth dote ; Since all the power thereof it doth apply , To prove by wit worth in simplicity . Enter BOYET . Prin . Here comes Boyet , and mirth is in his face . Boyet . O ! I am stabb'd with laughter . Where's her grace ? Prin . Thy ...
... doth dote ; Since all the power thereof it doth apply , To prove by wit worth in simplicity . Enter BOYET . Prin . Here comes Boyet , and mirth is in his face . Boyet . O ! I am stabb'd with laughter . Where's her grace ? Prin . Thy ...
Página 138
... doth amount . Biron . By Jove , I always took three threes for nine . Cost . O Lord ! sir , it were pity you should get your living by reckoning , sir . Biron . How much is it ? Cost . O Lord ! sir , the parties themselves , the actors ...
... doth amount . Biron . By Jove , I always took three threes for nine . Cost . O Lord ! sir , it were pity you should get your living by reckoning , sir . Biron . How much is it ? Cost . O Lord ! sir , the parties themselves , the actors ...
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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.