The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volumen3R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... Leon . How many gentlemen have you loft in this action ? Me . But few of any fort , and none of name . ( 1 ) Much Ado about Nothing . ] Innogen , the mother of Hero , in the oldeft Quarto that I have feen of this play , printed in 1600 ...
... Leon . How many gentlemen have you loft in this action ? Me . But few of any fort , and none of name . ( 1 ) Much Ado about Nothing . ] Innogen , the mother of Hero , in the oldeft Quarto that I have feen of this play , printed in 1600 ...
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... Leon . A victory is twice itself , when the atchiever brings home full numbers . I find here that Don Fedro hath beftowed much honour on a young . Florentine called Claudio . Me . Much deferved on his part , and equally re- membered by ...
... Leon . A victory is twice itself , when the atchiever brings home full numbers . I find here that Don Fedro hath beftowed much honour on a young . Florentine called Claudio . Me . Much deferved on his part , and equally re- membered by ...
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... Leon . ' Faith , niece , you tax Signior Benedick too much , but he'll be meet with you , I doubt it not . Meff . He hath done good fervice , Lady , in thefe wars . Beat . You had musty victuals , and he hath holp to eat it ; he's a ...
... Leon . ' Faith , niece , you tax Signior Benedick too much , but he'll be meet with you , I doubt it not . Meff . He hath done good fervice , Lady , in thefe wars . Beat . You had musty victuals , and he hath holp to eat it ; he's a ...
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... Leon . You'll ne'er run mad , niece . Beat . No , not ' till a hot January . Me . Don Pedro is approached . Enter Don PEDRO , CLAUDIO , BENEDICK , BALTHA- ZAR and Don JOHN . Pedro . Good Signior Leonato , you are come to meet your ...
... Leon . You'll ne'er run mad , niece . Beat . No , not ' till a hot January . Me . Don Pedro is approached . Enter Don PEDRO , CLAUDIO , BENEDICK , BALTHA- ZAR and Don JOHN . Pedro . Good Signior Leonato , you are come to meet your ...
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... Leon . Her mother hath many times told me fo . Bene . Were you in doubt , Sir , that you asked her ? Leon . Signior Benedick , nó ; for then were you a child.- Pedro . You have it full , Benedick ; we may guess by this what you are ...
... Leon . Her mother hath many times told me fo . Bene . Were you in doubt , Sir , that you asked her ? Leon . Signior Benedick , nó ; for then were you a child.- Pedro . You have it full , Benedick ; we may guess by this what you are ...
Términos y frases comunes
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Página 124 - 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...
Página 281 - 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!
Página 229 - 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.
Página 213 - 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.