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 69
... play'd my father fair , For such a warped slip of wilderness Ne'er issu'd from his blood . Take my defiance : Die ; perish ! might but my bending down Reprieve thee from thy fate , it should proceed . I'll pray a thousand prayers for ...
... play'd my father fair , For such a warped slip of wilderness Ne'er issu'd from his blood . Take my defiance : Die ; perish ! might but my bending down Reprieve thee from thy fate , it should proceed . I'll pray a thousand prayers for ...
Página 127
... play the murderer in ? For . Hereby , upon the edge of yonder coppice ; A stand where you may make the fairest shoot . Prin . I thank my beauty , I am fair that shoot , And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot . For . Pardon me ...
... play the murderer in ? For . Hereby , upon the edge of yonder coppice ; A stand where you may make the fairest shoot . Prin . I thank my beauty , I am fair that shoot , And thereupon thou speak'st the fairest shoot . For . Pardon me ...
Página 134
... play three myself . Moth . Thrice - worthy gentleman . Arm . Shall I tell you a thing ? Hol . We attend . Arm . We will have , if this fadge not , an antick , I beseech you , to follow . Hol . Via ! -Goodman Dull , thou hast spoken no ...
... play three myself . Moth . Thrice - worthy gentleman . Arm . Shall I tell you a thing ? Hol . We attend . Arm . We will have , if this fadge not , an antick , I beseech you , to follow . Hol . Via ! -Goodman Dull , thou hast spoken no ...
Página 135
... Play , music , then ! nay , you must do it soon . [ Music plays . Not yet ; - ; -no dance : —thus change I like the moon . King . Will you not dance ? How come you thus estranged ? Ros . You took the moon at full , but now she's changed ...
... Play , music , then ! nay , you must do it soon . [ Music plays . Not yet ; - ; -no dance : —thus change I like the moon . King . Will you not dance ? How come you thus estranged ? Ros . You took the moon at full , but now she's changed ...
Página 139
... play the honest Trojan , the poor wench is cast away : she's quick ; the child brags in her belly already : ' tis yours . Arm . Dost thou infamonize me among potentates ? Thou shalt die . Cost . Then shall Hector be whipp'd for ...
... play the honest Trojan , the poor wench is cast away : she's quick ; the child brags in her belly already : ' tis yours . Arm . Dost thou infamonize me among potentates ? Thou shalt die . Cost . Then shall Hector be whipp'd for ...
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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.