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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... reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth.- By accident most strange , bountiful fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine enemies Brought to this shore ; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most ...
... reason For raising this sea - storm ? Pro . Know thus far forth.- By accident most strange , bountiful fortune , Now my dear lady , hath mine enemies Brought to this shore ; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most ...
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... reason , any Come on , Trinculo , let us sing . reason . [ Sings . Flout ' em , and scout ' em ; and scout ' em , and flout ' em ; Thought is free . Cal . That's not the tune . [ ARIEL plays the tune on a Tabor and Pipe . Ste . What is ...
... reason , any Come on , Trinculo , let us sing . reason . [ Sings . Flout ' em , and scout ' em ; and scout ' em , and flout ' em ; Thought is free . Cal . That's not the tune . [ ARIEL plays the tune on a Tabor and Pipe . Ste . What is ...
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... reason , ' gainst my fury Do I take part . The rarer action is In virtue , than in vengeance : they being penitent , The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown farther . Go ; release them , Ariel . My charms I'll break , their ...
... reason , ' gainst my fury Do I take part . The rarer action is In virtue , than in vengeance : they being penitent , The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown farther . Go ; release them , Ariel . My charms I'll break , their ...
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... reason ? Luc . I have no other but a woman's reason : I think him so , because I think him so . Jul . And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him ? Luc . Ay , if you thought your love not cast away . Jul . Why , he , of all the rest ...
... reason ? Luc . I have no other but a woman's reason : I think him so , because I think him so . Jul . And wouldst thou have me cast my love on him ? Luc . Ay , if you thought your love not cast away . Jul . Why , he , of all the rest ...
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... reason but I shall be blind . Ant . Good company ; with them shall Proteus go : And , in good time , -now will we break with him . Enter PROTEUS , not seeing his Father . Pro . Sweet love ! sweet lines ! sweet life ! Here is her hand ...
... reason but I shall be blind . Ant . Good company ; with them shall Proteus go : And , in good time , -now will we break with him . Enter PROTEUS , not seeing his Father . Pro . Sweet love ! sweet lines ! sweet life ! Here is her hand ...
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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.