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 oldal |
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5. oldal
... sure , it waits upon Some god o ' th ' island . Sitting on a bank , Weeping again the king my father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters , Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have ...
... sure , it waits upon Some god o ' th ' island . Sitting on a bank , Weeping again the king my father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters , Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have ...
9. oldal
... sure , it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions . Alon . Heard you this , Gonzalo ? Gon . Upon mine honour , sir , I heard a humming , And that a strange one too , which did awake me . I shak'd you , sir , and cry'd : as mine eyes open ...
... sure , it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions . Alon . Heard you this , Gonzalo ? Gon . Upon mine honour , sir , I heard a humming , And that a strange one too , which did awake me . I shak'd you , sir , and cry'd : as mine eyes open ...
32. oldal
... sure , she is not buried . Sil . Say , that she be ; yet Valentine , thy friend , Survives , to whom thyself art witness I am betroth'd ; and art thou not asham'd To wrong him with thy importunacy ? Pro . I likewise hear , that ...
... sure , she is not buried . Sil . Say , that she be ; yet Valentine , thy friend , Survives , to whom thyself art witness I am betroth'd ; and art thou not asham'd To wrong him with thy importunacy ? Pro . I likewise hear , that ...
35. oldal
... sure of her : Besides , she did intend confession At Patrick's cell this even , and there she was not . These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence : Therefore , I pray you , stand not to discourse , But mount you presently ; and ...
... sure of her : Besides , she did intend confession At Patrick's cell this even , and there she was not . These likelihoods confirm her flight from hence : Therefore , I pray you , stand not to discourse , But mount you presently ; and ...
42. oldal
... sure as his guts are made of puddings . Enter Mistress FORD . Mrs. Ford . Mistress Page ! trust me , I was going to your house . Mrs. Page . And , trust me , I was coming to you . You look very ill . Mrs. Ford . Nay , I'll ne'er believe ...
... sure as his guts are made of puddings . Enter Mistress FORD . Mrs. Ford . Mistress Page ! trust me , I was going to your house . Mrs. Page . And , trust me , I was coming to you . You look very ill . Mrs. Ford . Nay , I'll ne'er believe ...
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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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194. oldal - 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.
63. oldal - 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.