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 13
... Swords . Of whom your swords are temper'd , may as well Wound the loud winds , or with bemock'd - at stabs Kill the still - closing waters , as diminish One dowle that's in my plume : my fellow - ministers Are like invulnerable . If you ...
... Swords . Of whom your swords are temper'd , may as well Wound the loud winds , or with bemock'd - at stabs Kill the still - closing waters , as diminish One dowle that's in my plume : my fellow - ministers Are like invulnerable . If you ...
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... sword will open.— Fal . Not a penny . I have been content , sir , you should lay my countenance to pawn : I have grated upon my good friends for three reprieves for you and your couch - fellow , Nym ; or else you had looked through the ...
... sword will open.— Fal . Not a penny . I have been content , sir , you should lay my countenance to pawn : I have grated upon my good friends for three reprieves for you and your couch - fellow , Nym ; or else you had looked through the ...
Page 46
... sword out , my finger itches to make one . Though we are justices , and doctors , and churchmen , master Page , we have some salt of our youth in us ; we are the sons of women , master Page . Page . ' Tis true , master Shallow . Shal ...
... sword out , my finger itches to make one . Though we are justices , and doctors , and churchmen , master Page , we have some salt of our youth in us ; we are the sons of women , master Page . Page . ' Tis true , master Shallow . Shal ...
Page 93
... swords . Let's call more help , To have them bound again . Jail . Away ! they'll kill us . [ Exeunt ADRIANA ... sword away . Bind Dromio too , and bear them to my house . Dro . S. Run , master , run ; for God's sake take a house ...
... swords . Let's call more help , To have them bound again . Jail . Away ! they'll kill us . [ Exeunt ADRIANA ... sword away . Bind Dromio too , and bear them to my house . Dro . S. Run , master , run ; for God's sake take a house ...
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... sword on you ; And then you fled into this abbey here , From whence , I think , you are come by miracle . Ant . E. I never came within these abbey walls , Nor ever did'st thou draw thy sword on me . I never saw the chain , so help me ...
... sword on you ; And then you fled into this abbey here , From whence , I think , you are come by miracle . Ant . E. I never came within these abbey walls , Nor ever did'st thou draw thy sword on me . I never saw the chain , so help me ...
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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.
Page 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.