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 51
... hear not of master Brook : me word to stay within . I like his money well . here he comes . Enter FORD . Ford . Bless you , sir . O ! Fal . Now , master Brook ; you come to know what hath passed between me and Ford's wife ? Ford . That ...
... hear not of master Brook : me word to stay within . I like his money well . here he comes . Enter FORD . Ford . Bless you , sir . O ! Fal . Now , master Brook ; you come to know what hath passed between me and Ford's wife ? Ford . That ...
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... hear me speak . Assist me in my purpose , And , as I am a gentleman , I'll give thee A hundred pound in gold more than your loss . Host . I will hear you , master Fenton ; and I will , at the least , keep your counsel . Fent . From time ...
... hear me speak . Assist me in my purpose , And , as I am a gentleman , I'll give thee A hundred pound in gold more than your loss . Host . I will hear you , master Fenton ; and I will , at the least , keep your counsel . Fent . From time ...
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... hear them speak , where I may be conceal'd . [ Exeunt DUKE and Provost . Claud . Now , sister , what's the comfort ... hear me , Isabel . Isab . O , fie , fie , fie ! Thy sin's not accidental , but a trade . Mercy to thee would prove ...
... hear them speak , where I may be conceal'd . [ Exeunt DUKE and Provost . Claud . Now , sister , what's the comfort ... hear me , Isabel . Isab . O , fie , fie , fie ! Thy sin's not accidental , but a trade . Mercy to thee would prove ...
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... hear . Prov . [ Reads . ] " Whatsoever you may hear to the contrary , let Claudio be executed by four of the clock ; and , in the afternoon , Barnardine . For my better satis- faction , let me have Claudio's head sent me by five . Let ...
... hear . Prov . [ Reads . ] " Whatsoever you may hear to the contrary , let Claudio be executed by four of the clock ; and , in the afternoon , Barnardine . For my better satis- faction , let me have Claudio's head sent me by five . Let ...
Página 77
... Hear me yourself ; for that which I must speak Must either punish me , not being believ'd , Ur wring redress from you . Hear me , O , hear me , here ! [ Kneeling again . Ang . My lord , her wits , I fear me , are not firm : She hath ...
... Hear me yourself ; for that which I must speak Must either punish me , not being believ'd , Ur wring redress from you . Hear me , O , hear me , here ! [ Kneeling again . Ang . My lord , her wits , I fear me , are not firm : She hath ...
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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 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.