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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... pray you , Work not so hard : I would , the lightning had Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile . Pray , set it down , and rest you : when this burns , " Twill weep for having wearied you . My father Is hard at study ; pray ...
... pray you , Work not so hard : I would , the lightning had Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile . Pray , set it down , and rest you : when this burns , " Twill weep for having wearied you . My father Is hard at study ; pray ...
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... prayers , For I will be thy bead's - man , Valentine . Val . And on a love - book pray for my success . Pro . Upon some book I love , I'll pray for thee . Val . That's on some shallow story of deep love , How young Leander cross'd the ...
... prayers , For I will be thy bead's - man , Valentine . Val . And on a love - book pray for my success . Pro . Upon some book I love , I'll pray for thee . Val . That's on some shallow story of deep love , How young Leander cross'd the ...
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... pray you , - Pro . Sirrah , I say , forbear . - Friend Valentine , a word . Fal . My ears are stopp'd , and cannot hear good news , So much of bad already hath possess'd them . Pro . Then in dumb silence will I bury mine , For they are ...
... pray you , - Pro . Sirrah , I say , forbear . - Friend Valentine , a word . Fal . My ears are stopp'd , and cannot hear good news , So much of bad already hath possess'd them . Pro . Then in dumb silence will I bury mine , For they are ...
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... pray you , lead the way . Page . Come on , sir . Slen . Mistress Anne , yourself shall go Anne . Not I , sir ; pray you , keep on . first . Slen . Truly , I will not go first : truly , la , I will not do you that wrong . Anne . I pray ...
... pray you , lead the way . Page . Come on , sir . Slen . Mistress Anne , yourself shall go Anne . Not I , sir ; pray you , keep on . first . Slen . Truly , I will not go first : truly , la , I will not do you that wrong . Anne . I pray ...
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... Pray you , go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd ; a box , a green - a box ; do intend vat I speak ? a green - a box . Quick . Ay , forsooth ; I'll fetch it you . [ Aside . ] I am glad he went not in himself : if he had found the ...
... Pray you , go and vetch me in my closet un boitier verd ; a box , a green - a box ; do intend vat I speak ? a green - a box . Quick . Ay , forsooth ; I'll fetch it you . [ Aside . ] I am glad he went not in himself : if he had found the ...
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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.