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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... hold , a - hold . Set her two courses : off to sea again ; lay her off . Enter Mariners , wet . Mar. All lost ! to prayers , to prayers ! all lost ! [ Exeunt . Boats . What ! must our mouths be cold ? Gon . The king and prince at ...
... hold , a - hold . Set her two courses : off to sea again ; lay her off . Enter Mariners , wet . Mar. All lost ! to prayers , to prayers ! all lost ! [ Exeunt . Boats . What ! must our mouths be cold ? Gon . The king and prince at ...
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... hold in hate . Duke . Ay , but she'll think that it is spoke in hate . Pro . Ay , if his enemy deliver it : Therefore , it must , with circumstance , be spoken By one whom she esteemeth as his friend . Duke . Then , you must undertake ...
... hold in hate . Duke . Ay , but she'll think that it is spoke in hate . Pro . Ay , if his enemy deliver it : Therefore , it must , with circumstance , be spoken By one whom she esteemeth as his friend . Duke . Then , you must undertake ...
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... hold thee . Here she stands : Take but possession of her with a touch . I dare thee but to breathe upon my love . Thu. Sir Valentine , I care not for her , I. I hold him but a fool , that will endanger His body for a girl that loves him ...
... hold thee . Here she stands : Take but possession of her with a touch . I dare thee but to breathe upon my love . Thu. Sir Valentine , I care not for her , I. I hold him but a fool , that will endanger His body for a girl that loves him ...
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... Hold , sirrah , [ to ROBIN , ] bear you these letters tightly : Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.— Rogues , hence ! avaunt ! vanish like hailstones , go ; Trudge , plod away o ' the hoof ; seek shelter , pack ! Falstaff will ...
... Hold , sirrah , [ to ROBIN , ] bear you these letters tightly : Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.— Rogues , hence ! avaunt ! vanish like hailstones , go ; Trudge , plod away o ' the hoof ; seek shelter , pack ! Falstaff will ...
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... hold up your head ; come . Mrs. Page . Come on , sirrah : hold up your head ; answer your master , be not afraid . Eva . William , how many numbers is in nouns ? Will . Two . Quick . Truly , I thought there had been one number more ...
... hold up your head ; come . Mrs. Page . Come on , sirrah : hold up your head ; answer your master , be not afraid . Eva . William , how many numbers is in nouns ? Will . Two . Quick . Truly , I thought there had been one number more ...
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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.