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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... these circumftances , I am fure , the thought is mended ; as I think verily the text is too by the change of a fingle letter . Hero . Why , then your visor fhould be thatched 24 M. U CHA D. O Hero. I may fay fo, when I please...
... these circumftances , I am fure , the thought is mended ; as I think verily the text is too by the change of a fingle letter . Hero . Why , then your visor fhould be thatched 24 M. U CHA D. O Hero. I may fay fo, when I please...
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... these hobby - horfes mult not hear . [ Exeunt Benedick and Leonato .. ( 14 ) She fhall be buried with her face upwards . ] Thus the whole fet of editions : but what is there any ways particu- lar in this are not all men and women buried ...
... these hobby - horfes mult not hear . [ Exeunt Benedick and Leonato .. ( 14 ) She fhall be buried with her face upwards . ] Thus the whole fet of editions : but what is there any ways particu- lar in this are not all men and women buried ...
Página 65
... these men . Verg . And we must do it wifely . Dogb . We will fpare for no wit , I warrant ; here's that fhall drive fome of them to a non- come . Only get the learned writer to fet down our excommunication , and meet me at the jail ...
... these men . Verg . And we must do it wifely . Dogb . We will fpare for no wit , I warrant ; here's that fhall drive fome of them to a non- come . Only get the learned writer to fet down our excommunication , and meet me at the jail ...
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... these things spoken , or do I but dream ? John . Sir , they are fpoken , and thefe things are true . Bene . This looks not like a nuptial . Hero . True ! O God ! Claud . Leonato , ftand I here ? Is this the Prince ? Is this the Prince's ...
... these things spoken , or do I but dream ? John . Sir , they are fpoken , and thefe things are true . Bene . This looks not like a nuptial . Hero . True ! O God ! Claud . Leonato , ftand I here ? Is this the Prince ? Is this the Prince's ...
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... these princes hold Againft her maiden truth . Call me a fool , Trust not my reading , nor my observations , Which with experimental feal doth warrant The tenor of my book ; trust not my age , My reverence , calling , nor divinity , If ...
... these princes hold Againft her maiden truth . Call me a fool , Trust not my reading , nor my observations , Which with experimental feal doth warrant The tenor of my book ; trust not my age , My reverence , calling , nor divinity , If ...
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Afide againſt Aglet anfwer Antigonus Aquitain Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Biron Bohemia Bora Borachio Boyet brother Camillo Claud Claudio Coft Coftard coufin daughter defire doft Dogb doth elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Fair Ladies falfe father feems feen fenfe fhall fhame fhew fhould fince fing firſt fome fool foul fpeak Friar ftand fuch fure fwear fweet fworn gentleman grace hath hear heart Hermione Hero himſelf honeft honour Jaquenetta kifs King Lady lefs Leon Leonato Lord Madam mafter marry moft moſt Moth muft muſt myſelf Navarre never paffage Paul Paulina perfon pleaſe Polixenes Pompey praife praiſe pray prefent Prince Princefs Queen reafon Rofa ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Signior ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe theſe thofe tongue troth whofe wife word yourſelf
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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.