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 |
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... mistress showed me thee , and thy dog , and thy bush . Ste . Come , swear to that ; kiss the book : I will fur- nish it anon with new contents . Swear . Trin . By this good light , this is a very shallow mon- ster : -I afeard of him ...
... mistress showed me thee , and thy dog , and thy bush . Ste . Come , swear to that ; kiss the book : I will fur- nish it anon with new contents . Swear . Trin . By this good light , this is a very shallow mon- ster : -I afeard of him ...
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... mistress , a thousand good morrows . Speed . O ! ' give ye good even : here's a million of [ Aside . Sil . Sir Valentine and servant , to you two thousand . Speed . He should give her interest , and she gives it him . Val . As you ...
... mistress , a thousand good morrows . Speed . O ! ' give ye good even : here's a million of [ Aside . Sil . Sir Valentine and servant , to you two thousand . Speed . He should give her interest , and she gives it him . Val . As you ...
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... Mistress . Speed . Master , sir Thurio frowns on you . Val . Ay , boy , it's for love . Speed . Not of you . Val . Of my mistress , then , Speed . ' Twere good you knock'd him . Sil . Servant , you are sad . Val . Indeed , madam , I ...
... Mistress . Speed . Master , sir Thurio frowns on you . Val . Ay , boy , it's for love . Speed . Not of you . Val . Of my mistress , then , Speed . ' Twere good you knock'd him . Sil . Servant , you are sad . Val . Indeed , madam , I ...
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... Mistress , I beseech you , Confirm his welcome with some special favour . Sil . His worth is warrant for his welcome hither , If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from . Val . Mistress , it is . Sweet lady , entertain him To be my ...
... Mistress , I beseech you , Confirm his welcome with some special favour . Sil . His worth is warrant for his welcome hither , If this be he you oft have wish'd to hear from . Val . Mistress , it is . Sweet lady , entertain him To be my ...
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... mistress Silvia from my master , and I came no sooner into the dining - chamber , but he steps me to her trencher , and steals her capon's leg . O ! ' tis a foul thing , when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies . I would have ...
... mistress Silvia from my master , and I came no sooner into the dining - chamber , but he steps me to her trencher , and steals her capon's leg . O ! ' tis a foul thing , when a cur cannot keep himself in all companies . I would have ...
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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.