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 Seiten |
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... NORTHUMBERLAND . HENRY PERCY , his Son . LORD ROSS . LORD WILLOUGHBY . WATER . BISHOP OF CARLISLE . LORD FITZ- Abbot of Westminster . LORD MARSHAL ; and another Lord . SIR PIERCE OF EXTON . SIR STEPHEN SCROOP . Captain of a Band of ...
... NORTHUMBERLAND . HENRY PERCY , his Son . LORD ROSS . LORD WILLOUGHBY . WATER . BISHOP OF CARLISLE . LORD FITZ- Abbot of Westminster . LORD MARSHAL ; and another Lord . SIR PIERCE OF EXTON . SIR STEPHEN SCROOP . Captain of a Band of ...
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... NORTHUMBERLAND . North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your majesty . K. Rich . What says he ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said . His tongue is now a stringless instrument : Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent ...
... NORTHUMBERLAND . North . My liege , old Gaunt commends him to your majesty . K. Rich . What says he ? North . Nay , nothing ; all is said . His tongue is now a stringless instrument : Words , life , and all , old Lancaster hath spent ...
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... Northumberland : We three are but thyself ; and , speaking so , Thy words are but our thoughts : therefore , be bold . North . Then thus . - I have from Port le Blanc , a bay In Brittany , receiv'd intelligence , That Harry duke of ...
... Northumberland : We three are but thyself ; and , speaking so , Thy words are but our thoughts : therefore , be bold . North . Then thus . - I have from Port le Blanc , a bay In Brittany , receiv'd intelligence , That Harry duke of ...
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... Northumberland , his son young Henry Percy , The lords of Ross , Beaumond , and Willoughby , With all their powerful friends , are fled to him . How shall we do for money for these wars ? — Come , sister , -cousin , I would say : pray ...
... Northumberland , his son young Henry Percy , The lords of Ross , Beaumond , and Willoughby , With all their powerful friends , are fled to him . How shall we do for money for these wars ? — Come , sister , -cousin , I would say : pray ...
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... NORTHUMBERLAND , with Forces . Boling . How far is it , my lord , to Berkley now ? North . Believe me , noble lord , I am a stranger here in Glostershire . These high wild hills , and rough uneven ways , Draw out our miles , and make ...
... NORTHUMBERLAND , with Forces . Boling . How far is it , my lord , to Berkley now ? North . Believe me , noble lord , I am a stranger here in Glostershire . These high wild hills , and rough uneven ways , Draw out our miles , and make ...
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 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.