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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14. oldal
... thought . Claud . And , in faith , my Lord , I spoke mine . Bene . And by my two faiths and troths , my Lord , Ifpeak mine . Claud . That I love her I feel . , Pedro . That he is worthy I know . i Bene . That I neither feel how the ...
... thought . Claud . And , in faith , my Lord , I spoke mine . Bene . And by my two faiths and troths , my Lord , Ifpeak mine . Claud . That I love her I feel . , Pedro . That he is worthy I know . i Bene . That I neither feel how the ...
15. oldal
... thought it ? ( a comedy written by John Day , and printed in 1608 ) I - find this fpeech . I have heard old Adam was at honeft man and a good gardener ; loved lettice well , falads and cabbage reafon- able well , yet no tobacco . Again ...
... thought it ? ( a comedy written by John Day , and printed in 1608 ) I - find this fpeech . I have heard old Adam was at honeft man and a good gardener ; loved lettice well , falads and cabbage reafon- able well , yet no tobacco . Again ...
17. oldal
... thoughts Have left their places vacant , in their rooms Come thronging foft and delicate defires , All prompting me how fair young Hero is , Saying , I liked her ere I went to wars . Pedro . Thou wilt be like a lover presently , And ...
... thoughts Have left their places vacant , in their rooms Come thronging foft and delicate defires , All prompting me how fair young Hero is , Saying , I liked her ere I went to wars . Pedro . Thou wilt be like a lover presently , And ...
24. oldal
... . By these circumftances , I am fure , the thought is mended ; as I think verily the text is too by the change of a fingle letter . Hero . Why , then your visor fhould be thatched 24 M. U CHA D. O Hero. I may fay fo, when I please...
... . By these circumftances , I am fure , the thought is mended ; as I think verily the text is too by the change of a fingle letter . Hero . Why , then your visor fhould be thatched 24 M. U CHA D. O Hero. I may fay fo, when I please...
36. oldal
... , Hero ; hear Margaret term ..me Borachio .. I made this correction in my Shakespeare Reftored , and Mr Pope has thought fit tacitly to embrace it in his laft cdition . Bora . Be thou conftant in the accufation , and 35 MUCH A DO.
... , Hero ; hear Margaret term ..me Borachio .. I made this correction in my Shakespeare Reftored , and Mr Pope has thought fit tacitly to embrace it in his laft cdition . Bora . Be thou conftant in the accufation , and 35 MUCH A DO.
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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.