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 37
... meet the council hear a riot ; there is no fear of Got in a riot . The council , look you , shall desire to hear the fear of Got , and not to hear a t ; take your vizaments in that . Shal . Ha ! o ' my life , if I were young again the ...
... meet the council hear a riot ; there is no fear of Got in a riot . The council , look you , shall desire to hear the fear of Got , and not to hear a t ; take your vizaments in that . Shal . Ha ! o ' my life , if I were young again the ...
Side 52
... meet him in this shape he cannot abide the old woman of Brentford ; he swears , she's a witch ; forbade her my house , and hath threatened to beat her . Host . Ha ! a fat woman ? the knight 52 ACT IV . THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR .
... meet him in this shape he cannot abide the old woman of Brentford ; he swears , she's a witch ; forbade her my house , and hath threatened to beat her . Host . Ha ! a fat woman ? the knight 52 ACT IV . THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR .
Side 54
... meet him . Host . What duke should that be , comes so secretly ? I hear not of him in the court . Let me speak with the gentlemen ; they speak English ? them Bard . Ay , sir ; I'll call them to you . Host . They shall have my horses ...
... meet him . Host . What duke should that be , comes so secretly ? I hear not of him in the court . Let me speak with the gentlemen ; they speak English ? them Bard . Ay , sir ; I'll call them to you . Host . They shall have my horses ...
Side 73
... meet . Mari . You have not been inquired after : I have sat here all day . Enter ISABELLA . Duke . I do constantly believe you . The time is come , even now . I shall crave your forbearance a little may be , I will call upon you anon ...
... meet . Mari . You have not been inquired after : I have sat here all day . Enter ISABELLA . Duke . I do constantly believe you . The time is come , even now . I shall crave your forbearance a little may be , I will call upon you anon ...
Side 76
... meet him at the gates , There to give up their power . If you can , pace your wisdom go , In that good path that I would wish it And you shall have your bosom on this wretch , Grace of the duke , revenges to your heart , And general ...
... meet him at the gates , There to give up their power . If you can , pace your wisdom go , In that good path that I would wish it And you shall have your bosom on this wretch , Grace of the duke , revenges to your heart , And general ...
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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.