The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 3. kötetR. Crowder, 1772 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 23 találatból.
22. oldal
... light upon a husband that hath no beard . Beat . What should I do with him ? drefs him in my apparel , and make him my waiting gentlewo- man ? he that hath a beard is more than a youth , and he that hath no beard is less than a man ...
... light upon a husband that hath no beard . Beat . What should I do with him ? drefs him in my apparel , and make him my waiting gentlewo- man ? he that hath a beard is more than a youth , and he that hath no beard is less than a man ...
23. oldal
... light . Leon . The revellers are entering , brother ; make good room . ( 4 ) If the prince be too importunate . ] This is the reading only of Mr Pope's impreffions , as I can find , and warranted by none of the copies . I have reftored ...
... light . Leon . The revellers are entering , brother ; make good room . ( 4 ) If the prince be too importunate . ] This is the reading only of Mr Pope's impreffions , as I can find , and warranted by none of the copies . I have reftored ...
61. oldal
... Light o ' love ; that goes with- out a burden : do you fing it , and I'll dance it . Beat . Yes , Light o ' love with your heels ; then if your husband have stables encugh , you'll look he fhall lack no barns . & Marg . O illegitimate ...
... Light o ' love ; that goes with- out a burden : do you fing it , and I'll dance it . Beat . Yes , Light o ' love with your heels ; then if your husband have stables encugh , you'll look he fhall lack no barns . & Marg . O illegitimate ...
69. oldal
... light , [ Exeunt D. Pedro , D. John and Claud . Bene . How doth the lady ? Beat . Dead , I think ; help , uncle . Hero ! why Hero ! uncle ! Signior Benedick ! Friar ! Leon . O Fate ! take not away thy heavy hand ; Death is the faireft ...
... light , [ Exeunt D. Pedro , D. John and Claud . Bene . How doth the lady ? Beat . Dead , I think ; help , uncle . Hero ! why Hero ! uncle ! Signior Benedick ! Friar ! Leon . O Fate ! take not away thy heavy hand ; Death is the faireft ...
86. oldal
... light he changes more and more : I think he be angry indeed . Claud . If he be , he knows how to turn his girdle . Bene . Shall I fpeak a word in your ear ? Claud . God blefs me from a challenge ! Bene . You are a villain ; I jest not ...
... light he changes more and more : I think he be angry indeed . Claud . If he be , he knows how to turn his girdle . Bene . Shall I fpeak a word in your ear ? Claud . God blefs me from a challenge ! Bene . You are a villain ; I jest not ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
124. oldal - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
281. oldal - For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long: Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing!
229. oldal - Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
213. oldal - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.