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 էջ |
From inside the book
Արդյունքներ 99–ի 1-ից 5-ը:
Էջ 59
... doth thy history Fully unfold . Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper , as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues , them on thee . Heaven doth with us , as we with torches do , Net light them for themselves ; for if our ...
... doth thy history Fully unfold . Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper , as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues , them on thee . Heaven doth with us , as we with torches do , Net light them for themselves ; for if our ...
Էջ 66
... doth know That's like my brother's fault : if it confess A natural guiltiness , such as is his , Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life . Ang . [ Aside . ] She speaks , and ' tis Such sense , that my sense ...
... doth know That's like my brother's fault : if it confess A natural guiltiness , such as is his , Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life . Ang . [ Aside . ] She speaks , and ' tis Such sense , that my sense ...
Էջ 73
... doth command a little door , Which from the vineyard to the garden leads ; There have I made my promise upon the heavy Middle of the night to call upon him . Duke . But shall you on your knowledge find this way ? Isab . I have ta'en a ...
... doth command a little door , Which from the vineyard to the garden leads ; There have I made my promise upon the heavy Middle of the night to call upon him . Duke . But shall you on your knowledge find this way ? Isab . I have ta'en a ...
Էջ 85
... doth burn , quoth I ; my gold , quoth he : Will you come , quoth I ? my gold , quoth he : Where is the thousand marks I gave thee , villain ? The pig , quoth I , is burn'd ; my gold , quoth he : My mistress , sir , quoth I ; hang up thy ...
... doth burn , quoth I ; my gold , quoth he : Will you come , quoth I ? my gold , quoth he : Where is the thousand marks I gave thee , villain ? The pig , quoth I , is burn'd ; my gold , quoth he : My mistress , sir , quoth I ; hang up thy ...
Էջ 104
... doth indeed : my daughter says so ; and the ecstasy hath so much overborne her , that my daughter is sometimes afeard she will do a desperate outrage to herself . It is very true . D. Pedro . It were good , that Benedick knew of it by ...
... doth indeed : my daughter says so ; and the ecstasy hath so much overborne her , that my daughter is sometimes afeard she will do a desperate outrage to herself . It is very true . D. Pedro . It were good , that Benedick knew of it by ...
Այլ խմբագրություններ - View all
Common terms and phrases
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
Սիրված հատվածներ
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.