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 pages |
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Page 62
... Isab . And have you nuns no farther privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more , But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood , the votarists of saint Clare ...
... Isab . And have you nuns no farther privileges ? Fran . Are not these large enough ? Isab . Yes , truly : I speak not as desiring more , But rather wishing a more strict restraint Upon the sisterhood , the votarists of saint Clare ...
Page 65
... ISAB . ] Y ' are wel- come : what's your will ? Isab . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Isab . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most desire should meet ...
... ISAB . ] Y ' are wel- come : what's your will ? Isab . I am a woeful suitor to your honour , Please but your honour hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Isab . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most desire should meet ...
Page 66
... Isab . You cannot weigh our brother with yourself : Great men may jest with saints : ' tis wit in them , But in the less foul profanation . Lucio . [ To ISAB . ] Thou'rt in the right , girl : more o ' that . Isab . That in the captain's ...
... Isab . You cannot weigh our brother with yourself : Great men may jest with saints : ' tis wit in them , But in the less foul profanation . Lucio . [ To ISAB . ] Thou'rt in the right , girl : more o ' that . Isab . That in the captain's ...
Page 67
... Isab . Please you to do't , I'll take it as a peril to my 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 ...
... Isab . Please you to do't , I'll take it as a peril to my 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 ...
Page 68
... Isab . I have no tongue but one : gentle my lord , Let me intreat you speak the former language . Ang . Plainly , conceive I love you . Isab . My brother did love Juliet ; and you tell me , That he shall die for it . Ang . He shall not ...
... Isab . I have no tongue but one : gentle my lord , Let me intreat you speak the former language . Ang . Plainly , conceive I love you . Isab . My brother did love Juliet ; and you tell me , That he shall die for it . Ang . He shall not ...
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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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