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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... soul , but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd , And put it to the foil : but you , O you ! So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . Mira . I do not know One of my sex ; no woman's ...
... soul , but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd , And put it to the foil : but you , O you ! So perfect , and so peerless , are created Of every creature's best . Mira . I do not know One of my sex ; no woman's ...
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... 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 I lose them , thus find I , by ...
... 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 I lose them , thus find I , by ...
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... soul ! how full of cholers I am , and trempling of mind ! -I shall be glad , if he have de- ceived me.- How melancholies I am ! -I will knog his urinals about his knave's costard , when I have good opportunities for the ' ork : -pless my ...
... soul ! how full of cholers I am , and trempling of mind ! -I shall be glad , if he have de- ceived me.- How melancholies I am ! -I will knog his urinals about his knave's costard , when I have good opportunities for the ' ork : -pless my ...
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... soul Elected him our absence to supply , Lent him our terror , drest him with our love , And given his deputation all the organs Of our own power . What think you of it ? Escal . If any in Vienna be of worth To undergo such ample grace ...
... soul Elected him our absence to supply , Lent him our terror , drest him with our love , And given his deputation all the organs Of our own power . What think you of it ? Escal . If any in Vienna be of worth To undergo such ample grace ...
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... soul : It is no sin at all , but charity . Ang . Pleas'd you to do't , at peril of your soul , Were equal poize of sin and charity . Isab . That I do beg his life , if it be sin , Heaven , let me bear it ! you granting of my suit , If ...
... soul : It is no sin at all , but charity . Ang . Pleas'd you to do't , at peril of your soul , Were equal poize of sin and charity . Isab . That I do beg his life , if it be sin , Heaven , let me bear it ! you granting of my suit , If ...
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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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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.