I, to comfort him, bid him a' should not think of God, I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet. So a' bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed and felt them, and they were as cold as any stone; then... The Works of John Marston - Страница 100по John Marston - 1887Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
| William Shakespeare - 1793 - 582 страници
...Mrs. Quickly, giving an account of poor Falftaff's diffolution, fays: " Now I, to comfort him, bid him not think of God; I hoped there was no need to trouble himfelf with any fuch thoughts yet." M. MASON. SIR To. Go, fir Andrew ; fcout me for him at the corner... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1797 - 592 страници
...So 'a cried out — God, God, God ! three or four times : now I, to comfort him, bid him, 'a fhould not think of God ; I hoped, there was no need to trouble himfelf with any fuch thoughts yet : So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet : I put my hand into... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1797 - 600 страници
...Quickly, giving an »ccount of poor FalftafV's diflblution, fays : " Now I, to comfort him, bid him not think of God ; I hoped there was no need to trouble himfelf with' mny fuch thoughts yet." M. MASON. 1 Adjectives are often ufed by our author and his contemporaries,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1798 - 442 страници
...So 'a cried out — God, God, God ! three or four times : now I, to comfort him, bid him, 'a mould not think of God ; I hoped, there was no need to trouble himfelf with any fuch thoughts yet : So, 'a bade me lay more cloaths on his feet : I put my hand into... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1800 - 372 страници
...'a cried out — God, God, God ! three or four times : now I, to comfort him, bid liim, 'a fliould not think of God; I hoped, there was no need to trouble himfelf with any i'uch thoughts yet : So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet : I put my hand into... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1803 - 494 страници
...as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John ? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God, God ! three...need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet: So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet : I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1803 - 632 страници
...babhled of green fields. How now, sir John? quoth I: what, man! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out—God, God, God! three or four times: now I, to comfort him,...need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet: So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1804 - 408 страници
...Quickly, giving an acqoum of poor Falsiuff's dissolution, says ; ,*How I, to comfort him , bid! him not think of God: I hoped there was no need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet." M. MASON. P., 57, 1. 14. — swear horrible:] Adjectives arc oiirn used l>y otir auihur and his contemporaries,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1805 - 514 страници
...as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John ? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God, God! three...need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet: So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet : I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were... | |
| William Shakespeare - 1806 - 502 страници
...was as sharp as a pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. How now, sir John? quoth I : what, man ! be of good cheer. So 'a cried out — God, God, God ! three...need to trouble himself with any such thoughts yet: So, 'a bade me lay more clothes on his feet: I put my hand into the bed, and felt them, and they were... | |
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