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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... hast promis'd , Which is not yet perform'd me . Pro . What is ' t thou canst demand ? Ari . How now ! moody ? My liberty . I prithee Pro . Before the time be out ? no more . Ari . Remember , I have done thee worthy service ; Told thee ...
... hast promis'd , Which is not yet perform'd me . Pro . What is ' t thou canst demand ? Ari . How now ! moody ? My liberty . I prithee Pro . Before the time be out ? no more . Ari . Remember , I have done thee worthy service ; Told thee ...
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... hast any more of this ? Ste . The whole butt , man : my cellar is in a rock by the sea - side , where my wine is hid . How now , moon - calf ! how does thine ague ? Cal . Hast thou not dropped from heaven ? Ste . Out o ' the moon , I do ...
... hast any more of this ? Ste . The whole butt , man : my cellar is in a rock by the sea - side , where my wine is hid . How now , moon - calf ! how does thine ague ? Cal . Hast thou not dropped from heaven ? Ste . Out o ' the moon , I do ...
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... hast thou Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hanging at Perform'd , my Ariel ; a grace it had , devouring . them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Of my instruction hast thou nothing ' bated , In what thou hadst ...
... hast thou Dew - lapp'd like bulls , whose throats had hanging at Perform'd , my Ariel ; a grace it had , devouring . them Wallets of flesh ? or that there were such men , Of my instruction hast thou nothing ' bated , In what thou hadst ...
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... hast preferr'd With twenty thousand soul - confirming oaths . I cannot leave to love , and yet I do ; But there I leave to love , where I should love . Julia I lose , and Valentine I lose : If I keep them , I needs must lose myself ; If ...
... hast preferr'd With twenty thousand soul - confirming oaths . I cannot leave to love , and yet I do ; But there I leave to love , where I should love . Julia I lose , and Valentine I lose : If I keep them , I needs must lose myself ; If ...
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... hast stay'd so long , that going will scarce serve the turn . Speed . Why didst not tell me sooner ? pox of your love letters ! [ Exit , running . Launce . Now will he be swing'd for reading my letter . An unmannerly slave , that will ...
... hast stay'd so long , that going will scarce serve the turn . Speed . Why didst not tell me sooner ? pox of your love letters ! [ Exit , running . Launce . Now will he be swing'd for reading my letter . An unmannerly slave , that will ...
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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.