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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... Pr'ythee , peace . Seb . He receives comfort like cold porridge . Ant . The visitor will not give him o'er so . Seb . Look ; he's winding up the watch of his wit : by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir , - Seb . One : -tell . Gon . When ...
... Pr'ythee , peace . Seb . He receives comfort like cold porridge . Ant . The visitor will not give him o'er so . Seb . Look ; he's winding up the watch of his wit : by and by it will strike . Gon . Sir , - Seb . One : -tell . Gon . When ...
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... Pr'ythee , peace . Seb . You were kneel'd to , and importun'd otherwise By all of us ; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd between lothness and obedience , as Of its own kind , all foison , all abundance , To feed my innocent people . Seb ...
... Pr'ythee , peace . Seb . You were kneel'd to , and importun'd otherwise By all of us ; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd between lothness and obedience , as Of its own kind , all foison , all abundance , To feed my innocent people . Seb ...
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... Pr'ythee , say on . The setting of thine eye , and cheek , proclaim A matter from thee ; and a birth , indeed , Which throes thee much to yield . Thus , sir . Ant . Although this lord of weak remembrance , this ( Who shall be of as ...
... Pr'ythee , say on . The setting of thine eye , and cheek , proclaim A matter from thee ; and a birth , indeed , Which throes thee much to yield . Thus , sir . Ant . Although this lord of weak remembrance , this ( Who shall be of as ...
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... thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; and I will kiss thy foot . I pr'ythee , be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster : when his god's asleep , he'll rob his bottle . Cal . I'll kiss thy foot : I'll ...
... thee every fertile inch o ' the island ; and I will kiss thy foot . I pr'ythee , be my god . Trin . By this light , a most perfidious and drunken monster : when his god's asleep , he'll rob his bottle . Cal . I'll kiss thy foot : I'll ...
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... thee asleep , Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head . Ari . Thou liest ; thou canst not . Cal . What a pied ... pr'ythee . Ste . Trinculo , keep a good tongue in your head : if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor mon ...
... thee asleep , Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head . Ari . Thou liest ; thou canst not . Cal . What a pied ... pr'ythee . Ste . Trinculo , keep a good tongue in your head : if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor mon ...
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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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Page 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.
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