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 sider |
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Side 5
... eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : [ Burden ding - dong . Hark ! now I hear them , —ding - dong , bell . Fer . The ditty does ...
... eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange . Sea - nymphs hourly ring his knell : [ Burden ding - dong . Hark ! now I hear them , —ding - dong , bell . Fer . The ditty does ...
Side 22
... eye that sees you , but is a physician to comment on your malady . Val . But , tell me , dost thou know my lady ... eyes had the lights they were wont to have , when you chid at sir Proteus for going ungartered ! Val . What should I ...
... eye that sees you , but is a physician to comment on your malady . Val . But , tell me , dost thou know my lady ... eyes had the lights they were wont to have , when you chid at sir Proteus for going ungartered ! Val . What should I ...
Side 25
... eyes . Thu. They say , that love hath not an eye at all . Val . To see such lovers , Thurio , as yourself : Upon a homely object love can wink . Enter PROTEUS . Sil . Have done , have done . Here comes the gen- tleman . [ Exit THURIO ...
... eyes . Thu. They say , that love hath not an eye at all . Val . To see such lovers , Thurio , as yourself : Upon a homely object love can wink . Enter PROTEUS . Sil . Have done , have done . Here comes the gen- tleman . [ Exit THURIO ...
Side 47
... eyes , or eye your master's heels ? 1 Rob . I had rather , forsooth , go before you like a man , than follow him like a dwarf . Mrs. Page . O ! you are a flattering boy : now , I see , you'll be a courtier . Enter FORD . Ford . Well met ...
... eyes , or eye your master's heels ? 1 Rob . I had rather , forsooth , go before you like a man , than follow him like a dwarf . Mrs. Page . O ! you are a flattering boy : now , I see , you'll be a courtier . Enter FORD . Ford . Well met ...
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... eyes . Duke . You shall not be admitted to his sight . Isab . Unhappy Claudio ! Wretched Isabel ! Perjurious world ! Most damned Angelo ! Duke . This nor hurts him , nor profits you a jot : Forbear it therefore ; give your cause to ...
... eyes . Duke . You shall not be admitted to his sight . Isab . Unhappy Claudio ! Wretched Isabel ! Perjurious world ! Most damned Angelo ! Duke . This nor hurts him , nor profits you a jot : Forbear it therefore ; give your cause to ...
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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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Side 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.
Side 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.