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 páginas |
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... Enter Mariners . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ! cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ! yare , yare . Take in the topsail ; tend to the master's whistle.- Blow , till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter ALONSO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO ...
... Enter Mariners . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ! cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ! yare , yare . Take in the topsail ; tend to the master's whistle.- Blow , till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter ALONSO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO ...
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... Enter ARIEL . Ari . What would my potent master ? here I am . Pro . Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform , and I must use you In such another trick . Go , bring the rabble , O'er whom I give thee power ...
... Enter ARIEL . Ari . What would my potent master ? here I am . Pro . Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform , and I must use you In such another trick . Go , bring the rabble , O'er whom I give thee power ...
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... Enter ARIEL . Ari . Thy thoughts I cleave to . What's thy pleasure ? Pro . Spirit , We must prepare to meet with Caliban . Ari . Ay , my commander : when I presented Ceres , I thought to have told thee of it ; but I fear'd , Lest I ...
... Enter ARIEL . Ari . Thy thoughts I cleave to . What's thy pleasure ? Pro . Spirit , We must prepare to meet with Caliban . Ari . Ay , my commander : when I presented Ceres , I thought to have told thee of it ; but I fear'd , Lest I ...
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... Enter Mrs. FORD and Mrs. PAGE . Mrs. Ford . What , John ! what , Robert ! Mrs. Page . Quickly , quickly . Is the buck - basket- Mrs. Ford . I warrant . - What , Robin , I say ! Enter Servants with a large Basket . Mrs. Page . Come ...
... Enter Mrs. FORD and Mrs. PAGE . Mrs. Ford . What , John ! what , Robert ! Mrs. Page . Quickly , quickly . Is the buck - basket- Mrs. Ford . I warrant . - What , Robin , I say ! Enter Servants with a large Basket . Mrs. Page . Come ...
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... Enter FALSTAFF . Sim . Pray you , sir , was't not the wise woman of Brentford ? Fal . Ay , marry , was it , muscle - shell : what would you with her ? Sim . My master , sir , my master Slender , sent to her , seeing her go through the ...
... Enter FALSTAFF . Sim . Pray you , sir , was't not the wise woman of Brentford ? Fal . Ay , marry , was it , muscle - shell : what would you with her ? Sim . My master , sir , my master Slender , sent to her , seeing her go through the ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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Página 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.
Página 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.